Damn straight, and I know that this'll sound strange coming from the mouth (or hands) of an Englishman, but whenever I think of the French, I think not of Napoleon, or the countless times our two countries have clashed...but I think of the people who hid our soldiers in the years between Dunkirk and D-day, of the people who sabotaged the Nazi military machine, and of those who gave their lives, when all hope seemed lost, when there was a steel helmet on each corner, they still went out, and helped us. The liberation of France was made a helluva lot easier by the help of the French people.
Viv' La France
