This first one is alongside a road I've taken many times over the years, but tucked, as it is, behind a hedge, I never noticed it until I took a wrong turn on my way to the butcher and had to back up.
"Here fell Maurice Renne, victim of Nazi barbary, August 20, 1944."
This one I've seen several times--I drive past it at least once every week--but never really looked at, not until after reading the one above.
"Here, on August 26, 1944, the Germans shot down [list of names -- all members of the French Forces of the Interior
...Hommage to the F.F.I who died for the Liberation"
I was born to a different era, a different country, but it still moves me to see these cold, angular stones erected in place of men whose days of laughing and loving were cut short because of war.