José Lobato Alconchel was the son of Juan and María and he was six when La Sauceda was bombarded by Francoist planes. “The day of the bombs…. I can remember that better than what I had for breakfast this morning,” said José in 2010 when we interviewed him, a year before he died.  Lying on the floor of his house, beneath a blanket, José experienced with the innocence of a child something which for the inhabitants of La Sauceda was a tragedy which would mark their lives forever. The next day, he had to walk with his family to El Marrufo estate, where they were detained. His father’s life was saved because one of his friends, who was also a friend of a high-ranking Guardia Civil officer, intervened on his behalf. But José’s uncle was shot. He remembered how the ones who were going to be executed were put into the chapel at the estate the night before. At dawn, the falangists made them walk down to a nearby piece of land, dig their own grave, and then shot them. Every evening, Lieutenant José Robles would make a list of the names of those who were to be executed the following day.