We sacrifice the crews as they throw glasses of water in a forest fire. We are the end of May, in full retreat, right in the disaster. How do we weigh the risks when everything collapses? . In three weeks, we lost seventeen of twenty-three crews. We melted like wax . We know that one can not help but throw ourselves into the fire, even if the gesture is useless. On our shoulders rests the whole strategy of the French army. We are fifty, for all of France.