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A Big Mac or 10 piece McNuggets with spicy nether Flame sauce. Now available with a Minecraft movie meal at participating McDonald's for a limited time. A Minecraft movie only in theaters. I was never really a runner. The way I see running is a gift, especially when you have stage four cancer. I'm Ann. I'm running the Boston Marathon presented by bank of America. I run for Dana Farber Cancer Institute to give people like me a chance to thrive in life even with cancer. Join bank of America in helping Anne's cause. Give if you can@b of a.com supportann what would you like the power to do? References to charitable organizations is not endorsement by bank of America Corporation Copyright 2025 it's just before 6:30pm on Monday 5th June 1944. D Day minus 1 We're in the basement of a house in Bayeux, 5 miles from the Normandy coast. It belongs to Mr. Guillaume Mercada, 29 years old. He was a professional cyclist before the war. He now runs a bicycle repair shop. With an eye on the clock, Mikada hooks up a makeshift aerial and turns on his illegal Bakelite radio. It's a nightly ritual, one that could incur the wrath of the Gestapo. Every evening at the same time, Mercada tunes into the French language broadcast from BBC Radiolondre. For French civilians like Mercado, the foreign broadcast offers a rare glimpse at the latest round of war news, minus the pro German spin imposed by France's collaborationist Vichy government. According to the latest reports from London, things aren't going well for the Third Reich. But as far as Merkad is concerned, that is. By the by, it's the program's concluding item, the so called personal messages which interest him. Intoned with precision, these mysterious pronouncements sound like a stream of nonsense, odd rhymes and sayings, random lines of poetry. But for the likes of Mercada, they contain cryptic clues. Instructions from Allied intelligence. This evening, the message personnel have him sitting bolt upright. Il Fauchot a Suez, reads the announcer. It is hot in Suez. Then, a little while later, les day, the dice are thrown. For days, Mikada and his comrades have been on high alert, waiting for word of the impending invasion. No one knows exactly where it will come, but thanks to the latest broadcast, they now know when? Tomorrow. In the meantime, Mercado has his orders to blow up the railway line between Caen and Laval and prevent German reinforcements from Reaching the Normandy beaches, there is much to be done before the Allied ships begin landing in the morning, Mikada kisses his wife goodbye, climbs onto his bike and pedals off into the dusk. His parting words to her it's going to be a long night. From the noiser network, this is D day. As a former pro cyclist and something of a sporting celebrity, Guillaume Mercado has managed to wangle a special license from the Germans. It grants him permission to keep up his training, a free pass to roam the lanes of Normandy, clocking up thousands of kilometers, and all the while noting troop movements, defensive positions and chatting with labourers working on the Atlantic Wall. As a member of the Calvados resistance circuit, Lekada meets weekly with a local engineer, Eugene Malin, who transmits his findings to London. Meanwhile, along the coast of Port en Bessin, a disgruntled farmer strides across his field, irked that a sizable chunk of it has been commandeered by the Germans. They've built a whopping great gun emplacement on the clifftop. Heavily camouflaged, the farmer understands its significance. It overlooks a broad stretch of the Normandy coastline, also known as Omaha Beach. Furtively, he paces it out, noting the size of the strong point, the distance to the observation post, the pillboxes in a high security zone. Writing such information down would draw attention, but the farmer has his 9 year old son with him. The boy is blind, but blessed with an extraordinary memory. Fully briefed by his father, he will make his way to a contact in Bayeux, who in turn will relay the information via a homemade wireless set kept in an old Campbell's soup tin. At Benouville on the Caen Canal. Information on the strength of the German garrison comes via a woman who works in the laundry. She has been counting shirts and taking note of the numbers on the collars. In the local cafe, there's a woman who speaks fluent German, not that she's ever let on. Eavesdropping on loose lipped Wehrmacht officers, she puts together a detailed picture of what will become known as Pegasus Bridge, right down to the location of the self destruct button. Back at Schaef in England, Supreme Headquarters, Allied Expeditionary Force, an incredibly detailed picture of the Normandy defences is emerging. To evade electronic intercepts, some of the intel has come in via carrier pigeon. Britain's Special Operations Executive, or soe, has been parachuting the birds into France in cages. They thoughtfully included packets of seed and instructions on how to look after them. Oh, and how to insert a message in the small aluminium tubes attached to the bird's legs before releasing them to fly home across the Channel. In the run up to D Day, it's not all about blowing up trains and ambushing staff cars, though there will be time for that too. The spade work right now is being done by ordinary people, like these everyday folk out there, hiding in plain sight. Olivier Vievloka is professor of History at the Ecole Normale Superieure des Cachins. His books include the French Resistance and the Landings to the Liberation of Paris.
