On September 3, 1944, late at night, as a small girl watched with her grandparents from the terrace outside their apartment, the Allies entered Brussels. "Take a good look, ma petite," her grandfather said. "This evening, you are truly witnessing a page of history."Francoise Webb witnessed the Second World War from the safety of the family nest, while around her the Nazi madness spread through every aspect of daily life, making simple tasks dangerous and uncertain. She saw German soldiers force men and boys off the tram and into a waiting army truck, then witnessed her mother's bravery when confronted by their guns and dogs. She witnessed her family's fear on the night the Gestapo arrested her father. She witnessed a small moment of sadness in the face of the German officer who offered her some sweets from his pocket. And after la Libération, she witnessed the reprisals - dark, frightening, and gruesome. She witnessed, but did not always understand. Now, with a lifetime of experience to guide her, Francoise Webb looks back to her childhood and writes of the Nazi occupation of Belgium, and of the three people she loved most, her mother and her grandparents, who kept her safe from the madness.