I was reminded of this story about the arrogant French and their interaction with Americans like my father-in-law and his fellow soldiers.
A group of elderly Americans recently went to France on a tour. Roy, an old rancher from South Dakota, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on bag.
"You have been to France before, monsieur?" the customs officer asked sarcastically. Roy admitted that he had been to France previously.
"Then you should know enough to have your passport ready," snipped the Frenchman. Roy replied, "The last time I was here, I didn't have to show my passport"
"Impossible, Americans always have to show your passports on arrival in France!" asserted the officer loud enough to draw attention. The old American gave the French custom officer a long hard look.
Then he quietly explained: "Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate your country, I couldn't find any Frenchmen to show it to!"
A group of elderly Americans recently went to France on a tour. Roy, an old rancher from South Dakota, arrived in Paris by plane. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on bag.
"You have been to France before, monsieur?" the customs officer asked sarcastically. Roy admitted that he had been to France previously.
"Then you should know enough to have your passport ready," snipped the Frenchman. Roy replied, "The last time I was here, I didn't have to show my passport"
"Impossible, Americans always have to show your passports on arrival in France!" asserted the officer loud enough to draw attention. The old American gave the French custom officer a long hard look.
Then he quietly explained: "Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in 1944 to help liberate your country, I couldn't find any Frenchmen to show it to!"
