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July and August in France

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Map showing the Beauvais area with the key locations marked 

Having been fatally hit by a ME110 night fighter on the way home from St Leu d'Esserant, the aircraft crashed in the village of Laversines a couple of kilometres east of Beauvais at around 1:50am on the morning of 5th July 1944. My Father, who had been one of only two of the eight crew to escape must have landed somewhere close to there and took a chance and picked a farm door to knock on. He was in luck and the farmer passed him on to the French Resistance.

The Pelletier family house in Bonlier 

He was sent on to the Pelletier family who were then renting a house in the hamlet of Haudivillers having been forced out of their family home in Bonlier, north east of Beauvais, which was very close to a German FLAK battery protecting the local airfield. The airfield, which was a satellite of the fighter base at Tille, which is now Beauvais airport, was under pretty much constant attack by the Allies from the air and the house in Bonlier was just too dangerous to stay in.

Abel Pelletier with Mme Pelletier, Janine and Denise in 1951

Dad was with the Pelletier's for just a few short weeks, but built a friendship there that would last the rest of his life. During his stay he had his 21st birthday and woke to find his room covered in flowers.

   
Fake ID card for "Jacques Ledoux"

He was given false papers, which identified him as Jacques Ledoux. The cover was he was their slightly simple cousin from the south. Dad's lack of French meant if he was spoken to he would just smile and nod.

Abel Pelletier had been in the Resistance since it had been formed and the elder of his eight children were also involved. Francis Pelletier, the eldest son, was arrested and imprisoned by the Germans but survived the war and now lives in southern France. Ginette would carry messages between the groups as the Germans were less likely to stop a woman and still lives in Beauvais. The rest of the children were too young to take an active role. Moise, Jacqueline and Jacques have all passed on, but Bernard, Denise and Janine are all still living in the Beauvais area, Denise and Janine still in Bonlier.

An old postcard showing the house in all its glory with the church in the background

   
The house in Haudivillers where my Father stayed with the Pelletier family 

The house in Haudivillers could have been built for the purpose of hiding downed airmen. It sits on opposite the church in the village and has a long walled garden, the rear half of which was sold off and had workshops built on it after the war. Underneath the house is a huge cellar and a tunnel which in the war years ran the length of the garden to the back wall of the property. Just behind the house is a path leading to a wooded area.

   
The cellar under the house and the tunnel which ran to the back wall of the garden. From here it was a short walk to the woods. 

The airmen were told to stay quiet, specially if there was a knock at the door, and to get out down the tunnel and over the wall, into the woods as fast as they could if they had too. The all clear would be given by a ring on the village church bell by the Priest, who was aware of what was happening in the village.

Michel Commelin (right) with another member of the French Resistance group that hid my Father

At the time my Father was in the house there was at least one other airman there too, an American fighter pilot who was nicknamed "Guy Petit" and possibly another RAF man too. It also was briefly shared with a German prisoner, an old soldier who asked the Resistance to keep him safe during the fighting for the area. Bernard Pelletier recalled that he had boots that were almost worn out.

Ginette Pelletier

I have been lucky enough to regain contact with Ginette Pelletier who was 20 in 1944 and was actively working with the French Resistance. Here is some of what she has told me of my Father's time with the family which seems to have been mostly a good time but fraught with extreme danger for all involved. Many thanks to Remco Immerzeel for translating Ginette's letters for me.

Ginette Pelletier and her daughter in 1951 

Jack arrived at our place in the middle of the night with an American fighter pilot who crashed very close from our home. It has to be said that there were plenty of anti aircraft guns near the Tillé Airfield which had been enlarged up to our village called Bonlier. My parents owned a large wood that the Germans had turned into a fighter base, the runways and parts of the hangars could still be seen a few years ago, but nowadays there is a motorway there.

My Parents with Ginette in Beauvais in 1951 

Upon their arrival, we offered them civilian clothes. Your dad was very calm whereas the American was exactly the opposite and we named him “Guy”. Both were told to hide when a stranger would come to the house and by all means not talk.  We were in a great mansion which was surrounded by walls and had an underground passage.

  
An RAF silk "evaders" map given to the Pelletier family by my father as a souvenir of his stay with them

Guy Petit crashed the same day as your father in a place called Oroër, just north of Bonliers and Guignecourt on the N1 road. Both arrived at the house with their parachutes and uniforms. We hid the material under the wooden floor in the attic. After the war, we used the linen to make shirts. Both your father and Guy spent many hours making a model of their respective planes to pass the time. Guy was a fighter pilot.

We had left our village, as it was bombed every night and we used to live right in the middle of the German airfield. The runways were at the end of our entrance path and the Flak batteries were 500 meters away. This place was Bonlier, a village your father went to when he visited us in 1951. The place were we spent time together was Haudivillers. Jacques and Guy enjoyed French cuisine; we didn’t suffer from any shortage because there were many farmers around us. I was at home all the time, as I was an Liaison Agent in the Resistance, a situation which did not get me any glory. 

When Jack arrived, it was like we had always known each other. I could speak fairly well English and German, which helped a lot. With Jack a complicity started from the very first day. We got on perfectly well, it was a wonderful friendship. There was never a gesture or a word which would have been out of place. 

With Guy things were different, he was a real Texan, and I had to look after him all the time. He was a fire brand fighter, although he was charming. We used to live in a large house. The house was surrounded by walls, which allowed some liberty of movement for both airmen. They had to share the space with my brothers and sisters. I was aware that both of them were anxiously waiting for the evenings, because this was the time they could go for a walk, as soon the sun was set.

In the evening, after checking that there was nobody on the street, I took both airmen by their hand and we went for a walk in the moonlight until the edge of the wood. All three of us used to take a little path which would take us to the forest. While Guy was leaping about like a mad horse, your father and I would sit down on a slope and talk and talk. Sometimes, your father kept quiet and his look had no expression. I don’t believe he was unhappy. Maybe he was during some evenings, when I had to leave and take part to special operations and picked up parachutes. We received weapons, chewing-gum and cigarettes. I still smoke now that I am 81, despite the high prices in France.  

Ginette's certificate of membership of the French Resistance

Once we were there Jack and I would have endless talks. We spent wonderful times at the edge of this wood, except when I had to attend a parachuting or when I had to go with other airmen or civilians who were trying to reach England. Jacques never knew what I was doing. Those days, the less people knew, the better it was. However he was clever and I believe he understood a lot, especially as we were listening to the BBC.    It was a terrible risk and I did not want to get both of them involved in this, especially because Guy was terribly careless. I’ve had two experiences of this. 

One night I heard knocking on the shutter of Guy’s room. I rushed towards him. He was just about to open the shutters with his headphones on! (These were from radios we got from parachuting operations). The men who knocked were German soldiers who were lost. 

One night as I came back from a mission, I checked the room and realised it was empty. I started looking in the house, the yard, and I began walking to the wood where I didn’t find anybody. Then I went looking in the street and walked by a Café in the village where Guy was playing pool! I walked in, I grabbed him by the arm, without saying a word, but once we were home it was different. He must still remember the way I shouted at him, especially as three days later, three German soldiers came to get me and asked who this mute civilian was. Fortunately he had remembered his briefing and had not talked in public. 

This is how Guy was. I liked him despite his failings. After I received his picture I have not received a lot of news from him.

"Guy Petit" and his wife in Texas after WWII 

One day, the Germans rushed in and Jack did not have the time to hide. I told them he was my cousin and that he was deaf and dumb. Jack played his role perfectly and everything went well. 

With Jack things were fine. He could cope with everything. When he came back to visit in 1951, it was as if he had only been away for a few hours. With Renee things were similar. It was as if we had always known each other. We were a real family. His only regret was not to have a child. How proud he was when I got a picture with him holding a baby in his arms! During those long evenings he told me about his wish to have a son and a daughter. How happy I was when I got his letter in which he told me his wishes had been fulfilled!  

The victorious French Resistance display that they have "7 Prisonniers Boches" after liberation 

By late August the Resistance was ready to get my Father back to the Allied lines. His records show that he was identified as safe on the 1st of September 1944.

   
The war memorial in Haudivillers, where Jacques Boulanger is commemorated.  

Haudivillers was liberated by American forces on the 31st August 1944 but not without a fight. The commander of the first American tank to enter the village was shot in the head in the town square when he opened the hatch. One of the Resistance fighters, Jacques Boulanger, was also killed in the fighting, shot in the street outside the house where the Pelletier's were living and his body was brought inside the house and laid to rest on a bed.

My return visit to France in June 2006

    
Bernard and Ginette with James and myself. 

In June 2006 my son James and I made an emotional return to Beauvais to meet the remaining Pelletier's. Remco Immerzeel joined us to act as interpreter, and I am very grateful to him for his help before and during the day.

   
Marissel French National Cemetery and the grave of the six crew that died

Bernard took us to see the house in Haudivillers (pictures above) and the current owners invited us in to see the cellar which was very kind of them. We then travelled with Beranrd and Ginette to see Marissel cemetery and pay our respects to the six crew that were not so lucky on the night of the 5th July 1944.

   
Lunch at Bernard's house  with the family 

We then had lunch with Ginette, Bernard and his family, three generations.

    
Denise and Janine Pelletier 

In the afternoon went to Bonlier to meet Denise and Janine and to pay our respects to Abel who rests in the cemetery there.

    
The grave of Abel Pelletier in Bonlier 

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