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A quiet side street in a sleepy French town. Hordes of my family staying in a gite.
Stood outside in the road talking to my nephew and showing him Albert's latest war wound, a badly scraped mirror cap from being led down a less than 2 metre wide street ...
Around the corner comes two blokes, running. Being a runner myself I was about to joke "not joining them, too hot", when next around the corner comes a car, screeches to a halt, one bloke with a scarf wrapped "Lawrence of Arabia" style around his head, leaps out and starts chasing the two blokes.
We notice the gun, then just as the first bloke running nearly bumps into me so we hear the first shot, and I am sure something warm parted my hair. The second shot is fired as my nephew drags me into the gite, the third as he holds the door whilst I lock it.
Dragging the family in from pool and terrace, all doors and windows locked and bolted, an anxious wait until half the nation's gendarmerie arrive on the scene. Big sighs of relief all round, a glass of wine to steady slightly shaken nerves, watching all the activity, white-overalled SOC officers scouring the street, police bristling with every type of firearm ... and a dink of a light in my head.
Albert's dashcam was still running. The whole lot had been caught on candid camera. End of story was a trip down to Brigade headquarters to emerge three hours later after giving a statement to the most delighted police officers that I have ever seen. They had totally clear video of everything from start to finish.
The downside: They still have my dashcam
The upside is though that I have to go back to collect it