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(left) Lt. Col. Kent Fay and Judy in Yosemite 1943
(right) Memorial service for Lt. Col. Fay in Rully in 1999
Etienne Dhuquicue (in the '40's & '70's)
(pronounced Doo- queek)His children say he was horrified that the American who had come to his village to liberate them was killed right before his eyes. He was so emotional that he ran out there under machine gun fire with a wheelbarrow and mattress and took my father's body to his church so "he could be at peace with his God." The night before, thinking that the Germans had left, two men from the village, the baker's son and one other, came out of hiding and were discovered and killed by the Germans. Etienne died in 1979.
Left - Etienne's son Andre Dhuquicue with dark glasses and Judy's son Joel in uniform. Andre said that when he was 9 he saw German soldiers hold a gun to his father's head because he wouldn't kill a pig for them while his children got none.
Right - Etienne's oldest son Maurice
Kent Fay's Medals
Bronze Star - Awarded for heroic or meritorious achievement or service
Silver Star - Awarded for gallantry in action against an enemy of the United States
Purple Heart - Awarded for being wounded or killed in any action against an enemy of the United States
You would love the cemetery he is buried at in Epinal. He was buried first in a temporary cemetery near Paris. In 1948, with my mother's permission, he was buried at Epinal. He said if he was killed he wanted to be buried overseas as he didn't want my mother to be spending time trooping to Arlington or anywhere else. She abided by that even when she had a chance in 1948 to bring him home. He cannot be brought home now, ever. No one would want to which is good. The man who runs the cemetery is a retired French officer who cares for his 'comrades' with such devotion and respect. He will not allow the groundskeepers to take their shirts off. Four times a year the village children come out and they have great ceremonies there. He himself came out to lead me to my father's grave. He rubbed sand from the beaches of Normandy on the engraving of his name so it would show up for our photos
