Complete Sample Vote Of Thanks Speech For Wedding

Hey supporters, workers and peasants

By Mister from Paris

Here he fell, on the porch , jumping from his last bed. Executed by a resistance group, to 05.30 June 28, 1944. Who? Philippe Henriot, the minister of information, the "golden voice" as he was known militia and collaborators of Nazi Germany occupying. In eloquence and emphasis, he was puking his hatred of the Jew, the Bolshevik, the freemason in antenna length, on Radio Paris. It was the Propaganda Staffel Nazism in French. These drops of blood on the stairs are just spilled coffee, the day before yesterday by a militant clumsy Socialist Party. He smoked his cigarette on the porch without knowing why I chinas surprise me to photograph her feet, looking for some hypothetical impact of stray bullet. I blushed tasks coffee with a little help from Photoshop, just to say, just to remember.

The headquarters of the Socialist Party and HQ campaign Segolene Royal at 10 rue de Solferino , unaware that he was during the occupation Ministry of Information, the home of Philippe Henriot. The accidents of history intended that this mark of Francisque become one of the Rose in the Fist, the portraits of Marshall and other major collaborators are replaced by the much more reassuring François Mitterrand, Michel Rocard, or Lionel Jospin. In the limbo of history may still roam the sound of Henriot delusions. But they continue to meet the voice of London. De Gaulle? No, Pierre Dac on BéBéCé who, a week before the execution of the minister had concluded a wonderful paper on Bagatelle tomb by: Good night, Mr. Henriot and sleep well.

resistance, a burst of machine gun became the Sandman. The voice of the collaboration was silent. In retaliation, the Germans did execute, July 7, Georges Mandel .

The story takes place only short stories. So to the story, know that in the face of 10, rue de Solferino, at 5, the seat Foundation and the Institut Charles de Gaulle . The Cross of Lorraine, Rose in the Fist, the Francisco ... The story of the unlikely and unusual heraldry of a street in Paris. If I dared, I would add the Red Cross. Is it not on the battlefield of Solferino in 1859 that Henry Dunant , traumatized by this imperial butchery invented the Red Cross and made his life a long and futile battle to try to " humanize war. "

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