Jun221940
I've never thought to write a journal until today. I feel like I finally have something worth documenting.
My city is under siege. This Vichy government is not my own. And occupied by the Germans, this city is no longer my Paris.
Armistice at Compeigne? This is not armistice. This is occupation. This is surrender.
As Petain said, "We are defeated".
I never thought we would collapse so quickly.
We are strong. We are French. Was I wrong?












