The inns were crowded, and nearly every farmhouse had guests in the little French town of Oradour-sur-Glane, near Limoges. A special distribution of tobacco rations had brought many farmers in to town. Children, evacuated from Nice and Bordeaux, sat down to the midday meal with weekending parents and relatives. At the Hotel Milord (Léon Milord, Prop.), lamb stew, a specialty of the house, was being served with a light, dry wine. There was excitement in the air and a buzz of conversation around the tables that sunny Saturday in 1944: just four...
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