The Fiesler Storches (German spotter planes) haven’t found us….yet. We’re well-armed – British Sten guns, Spanish  .38 Llama automatics – and I’d love to fire off a couple of bursts at one of those damned Storches, hit the radiator in its belly, and bring it down.  But if the pilot radioed our location, we’d have … Continue reading March 23, 1944: In the woods with Maquis