Aubin. The town paid tribute to the soldiers who fell for France

It was at the Combes war memorial that the Aubin municipality began the commemorative ceremony of the signing of the Armistice of November 11, 1918, of which it was the 106th anniversary, before then going to that of Place Monteils d' Aubin. At the two monuments, Aubin elected officials were present, including Mayor Christine Teulier, departmental councilor Hélian Cabrolier, representatives of the military authorities as well as those of associations, citizens and children.

Christine Teulier, accompanied by children, laid wreaths at the two monuments before reading the message from the Minister of the Armed Forces and Veterans Affairs, Sébastien Lecornu.

“It was on November 11, 1918 at 11 a.m. that the bugles sounded the notes of the ceasefire. The pride of victory is joined by the procession of shadows of the “perished on the ground” accompanied by those who mourn them It is these sacrifices that we commemorate today, to which have been added since 2012 that of all the “died for France” March, still march, still half-dead. fatigue, chilled with cold or exhausted from heat and thirst, dying obscurely in the furrow of plowing, such was their daily life for four long years. The duty of lucidity is not to forget that 21 years later. The guns fell silent, we had to take up arms again. The duty of hope is to never doubt France's resources to overcome the challenges that present themselves to it. Our armies are always there to accomplish the mission. . We are not only the guard of the dead, we are first of all the sentinels of the living.”

Bernard Augier, on behalf of the Association of Veterans of the Gendarmerie, recalls the memory of the last poilu Augustin Trébuchon who died on the front on November 11, 1918 at 10:50 a.m. This Lozérien was killed at the battle of Vrigne-Meuse in the Ardennes, killed 10 minutes before the ceasefire, in which no one believed. And then when “Au Drapeau” crosses the air, rises the Marseillaise taken up by the 1,200 brave people whose death did not want, who sing more their joy of living than the pride of their triumph, especially at the vision of the tense dead in their last convulsions. “To die on the last day of the war is to die twice.”