A “young man“, 14 years old at the time, remembers very well and tells us about it, still moved: “It was raging from all sides… They wanted to shoot us all… I fled to my grandfather’s house… That evening, when it calmed down, over there at the dovecote, there were two young people… One of them had spoken to me, a man called Soulage. He said to me: “Kid, go quickly because it’s war, it’s going badly” and this guy got killed with another, a Spaniard, at the dovecote. And later in the evening, when it calmed down, my grandfather and Mr Mourany said: “We are going to look at the dovecote, there are dead people there.” So I went with them. There were two of them, they were both lying against the wall of the dovecote.”