Dariole

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By Joann Majerle

Englishman John Bannister was an SOE agent in occupied France. He was posing as a baker’s assistant in a shop on the outskirts of Lyon. A Gestapo lieutenant had just checked his papers, which were an excellent forgery, and appeared satisfied. John breathed a huge sigh of relief as the German headed for the door.

Suddenly, the lieutenant turned. “May I have a dariole to eat on the way back my barracks.”

Dariole? What the hell was a dariole? Blindly choosing a pastry, he handed it to the lieutenant. A week later John was shot as a British spy.

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