The background of life and death candlelight

This is a true and touching story that happened during the Second World War.

In Dieppe, there was a housewife named Madame Bernard. After her husband was captured by the Germans in maginot line, he became a prisoner of the Germans, leaving only two young children:/kloc-Jacques, aged 0/2, and/kloc-Jacqueline, aged 0/0. In order to drive the German robbers out of the motherland, both mother and son took part in the secret intelligence work at that time and devoted themselves to the glorious struggle to liberate the motherland.

Every Thursday night, a man dressed as a French farmer will send a small metal tube containing top secret information collected by agents. Mrs Bernard's task is to ensure that it is safely hidden until the allies send someone to pick it up. In order to hide information, Mrs. Bernard thought of many ways. She hid the metal pipe in the chair rail first, and then put it in the iron pot with the leftover soup. Although they escaped several German raids safely, Mrs Bernard always felt uneasy. Finally, she came up with a brilliant idea-hiding the metal tube containing information in a half candle, carefully sealing it with wax, and then inserting the candle in a metal candlestick. Because the candle was placed on the eye-catching table, it cheated several rigorous searches.

One night, three German officers broke into the house, one of whom was an official of the local intelligence department. After they sat down, a major officer took a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and labored to read it in the dim light. At this time, the lieutenant of the intelligence department conveniently picked up the candle with information and lit it, and put it in front of the chief executive. The situation is critical. Mrs Bernard knew that if the candle was lit at the iron pipe, it would go out automatically, which meant that the lives of the three of them would come to an end. She looked at the two pale children and quickly took out an oil lamp from the kitchen and put it on the table. "Look, gentlemen, this lamp is brighter." Blow out the candle gently. A crisis seems to have passed, but the relaxed mood didn't last long. The lieutenant rekindled the smoking wick. "It's so dark at night, I wish I had more small candles." He said. The candle flickered and gave off a faint light. At this moment, it seems to be the most terrible thing in this house. Mrs Bernard's heart was in her throat, and she seemed to feel the German Wolf's eyes staring at the shorter and shorter candles. Once this information relay station is exposed, the consequences are unimaginable.

At this time, the youngest son Jacques stood up slowly. "It's cold. I'll go to the woodshed and get some firewood to make a fire. " As he spoke, he reached for the candlestick and walked to the door. Suddenly it was dark in the room. Before the lieutenant could catch up, he snapped, "Can't you use a light?" Reach out and get the candlestick back.

The child is sensible. He knows that bad luck is coming, but he must be present at the last moment of the struggle. He calmly moved back to a bundle of firewood, made a fire and sat quietly for the last moment. Time is running out. Suddenly, my little daughter Jacqueline said to the Germans in a sweet voice, "Mr. Commander, it's late and it's dark upstairs. Can I take the light upstairs to sleep? " The major looked at the lovely little girl, pulled her to his side and said kindly, "Of course. My family also has a little daughter as old as you. Come on, let me tell you something about my Louisa, okay? " Jacqueline raised her little face and said happily, "That's great ... but, Mr. Commander, my head hurts so much tonight that I want to sleep." Can you tell me next time? ..... ""Of course, little girl. " Jacqueline calmly picked up the candlestick, said good night to several officers and went upstairs. Just as she stepped on the last step, the candle went out.

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This story reflects the hard struggle of the French people to defend their motherland and expel the invaders. In times of crisis, mother and son calmly and tactfully juggled among the three virtues, and finally turned the corner. Think about it, what gave these three people such great courage and strength? How does the article set off that tense atmosphere?