Ask a story about courage, about 150 words.

At a fairly formal military luncheon held in Britain, no one knew anyone. I sat next to an American paratrooper. He comes from the 10 1 airborne division-Barton Hero Force, and he is about twenty years old. Like most paratroopers, he looks a little taller than the average American soldier and has wide shoulders, so he looks like a tough guy with great strength. There are more medals shining on his chest than anyone below the general in my memory. He was a little timid at first and didn't like to talk much. But after a while, his restraint disappeared and he told me the following story.

The young man was one of the paratroopers dropped by the allied forces in Normandy the day before the large-scale attack (24 hours before the attack on France). Unfortunately, he landed a few miles from the scheduled place. It was almost dawn at that time, and he had memorized the signs in his mind. He didn't find any, and he didn't see his comrades. He blew a harsh whistle to gather the team, but there was no response. A few anxious minutes passed, and he called again, but no one came. Then he knew that the original plan had gone wrong, and now he was alone and completely landed on the enemy-controlled land.

He knew that he had to find a place to hide at once. He landed near the stone wall of a neat and beautiful orchard. In the morning light, he saw a farmhouse with a small red roof not far away. He doesn't know whether the people living in it are pro-allies or pro-Germany, but he must take his chances. He ran home and brushed up a few French words, which he learned specially for this kind of emergency.

Hearing the knock at the door, a French woman of about thirty years old opened the door. She is not beautiful. Although she doesn't smile, her eyes are kind and calm. She obviously just came out of the kitchen where breakfast was made. Her husband and three children, one of whom was a baby, sat in a high chair at the dining table and stared at him in surprise.

"I am an American soldier." The paratrooper said, "Will you hide me?"

"Oh, of course." The French woman said, and took him into the house.

"Hurry up, you have to hurry up." The husband said that he quickly pushed the American into a big cupboard next to the fireplace and slammed the cupboard door.

A few minutes later, six German soldiers came. They have seen this paratrooper land, which is the only house nearby. They searched cleanly, found the American paratrooper in the blink of an eye and dragged him out of the cupboard.

A French farmer who "committed a crime" just for hiding Americans tried to greet his wife when he was pulled out of the kitchen, but a German soldier punched him in the mouth and he was speechless. The Germans ordered him to stand in the yard, but he was shot dead on the spot without being questioned or saying goodbye to his wife and children. The wife sobbed and the child burst into tears.

German soldiers know how to punish the French people who dare to cover the enemy, but there is obviously controversy about how to deal with their American prisoners. So they temporarily pushed him into a small room and bolted the door.

There is a small window behind the hut, from which you can see the forest on the edge of the field. The paratroopers curled up outside the window and ran to the Woods.

The Germans found him running away. They ran to the back of the hut and chased him and shot him. The bullet missed the target. But judging from the situation at that time, there was no hope of escape.

As soon as he ran into the forest-a French forest with few shrubs and miscellaneous trees-he heard pursuers and shouting at each other. They spread out and searched methodically. It seems that it is only a matter of time before we catch him, and there is no hope of escape.

Suddenly, he ran back desperately, avoiding the enemy, leaving the Woods and running into the field. I came to this house again, and the body of the murdered Frenchman was still lying in the yard. He knocked on the door. The French woman quickly opened the door. Her face was pale and her eyes were blurred with tears. They stood face to face for a while. She looked the American youth in the eye. His arrival made her a widow and the children orphans.

"Will you hide me?" He asked.

"Oh, of course. Quick! " She did not hesitate to send him back to the cupboard by the fireplace. He hid in the cupboard for three days. He stayed there all the time when the French farmer's funeral was held. Three days later, Normandy was liberated and he could return to the army.

Germans have never been to this farmhouse again. They don't think it necessary to search the house again because they don't know what kind of people they are dealing with. I don't understand that their spirit can reach this level. They were defeated by two kinds of courage-the courage of American youth who defeated them with wisdom and the courage of French women who did not hesitate to give American paratroopers a second chance.