I am starting to understand how the people of France must have felt when they took to the streets under the shadow of the Champs Elysees in late August of 1944 to greet their allied liberators. It was a joyous occasion; young women tossing flowers, kissing the boys who fought for their liberation, signs proclaiming Vive De Gaulle as uncontrollable joy and exuberance washed over the euphoric crowd.
