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Four days of questions. Then the torture begins. Every answer she gives is a lie. Every name they want belongs to someone still fighting. She is twenty-two, a widow and a mother. She never gives them a single name. Violette Szabo was born in Paris in 1921, grew up in South London, and learned to shoot from her English father. She met Étienne Szabo, a Foreign Legion soldier, at a Bastille Day parade in 1940. They married six weeks later. She was nineteen. When Étienne was killed leading an attack at El Alamein in North Africa, he never saw their daughter Tania. Violette joined the Special Operations Executive because it was the only way she knew to fight back. Her instructors doubted her. One said she lacked finesse. She passed anyway, through the Scottish Highlands, through Beaulieu, through parachute training at Ringway where she sprained an ankle that would haunt her forever. Her first mission in 1944 took her to occupied France as a courier, gathering intelligence on German factories. She came home through anti-aircraft fire. Her second mission began days after D-Day, on Tania's second birthday. She parachuted into the Limousin. At a roadblock near Salon la Tour, German troops stopped her car. What happened next is disputed by historians, but this much is certain: she was captured. The SS held her in Limoges for four days. Then came the Gestapo headquarters on Avenue Foch in Paris. The interrogations became torture. She gave away nothing of value. In August she was transported to Germany, shackled to another SOE agent, Denise Bloch. During an Allied air raid, the guards fled. The two women used the moment to carry water to male prisoners. At Ravensbrück concentration camp she refused to work on munitions. Fellow prisoners remembered she was still talking about escape, even as she felled trees in the East Prussian winter wearing only summer clothes, standing at roll call for five hours at a time. In early 1945, aged twenty-three, she was executed. Tania was four years old when King George VI placed her mother's George Cross in her hands. She had been two when her mother left for France, and she never knew her father. Violette has no known grave.