'She looked back out at the ocean. "Things will never be the same again", she said again. I didn't say anything; I just let her have her moment to reflect, and I understood what she was trying to say. We'd heard all the stories from France, and how they'd capitulated. And England was probably next.' He turned to his daughter and shrugged. 'It's easy in hindsight to say that it was never going to happen, but at the time it was the unknown. And for us here on Jersey, invasion was a mere formality. We just didn't know what it meant for us, whether we would be allowed to continue to live out our lives here or be sent to mainland Europe somewhere and be...' his voice trailed. 'Well, thrust into the great unknown.'