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August 29, 2005

Heh.

From my email:

A group of American retired teachers recently went to France on a tour. Robert Whiting, an elderly gentleman of 83, was part of the tour group. At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry-on. "You have been to France before, monsieur?" the customs officer asked sarcastically. Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously. "Then you should know enough to have your passport ready."

The American said, "The last time I was here, I didn't have to show it."

"Impossible!" barked the officer. "Americans always have to show your passports on arrival in France."

The American senior gave the Frenchman a long hard look. Then he quietly explained. "Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach on D-Day in '44 to help liberate this country, I couldn't find any Frenchmen to show it to.


Posted by Darleen at August 29, 2005 12:42 PM

Comments

(Loud applause)

I like that story.

Posted by: Dave at August 29, 2005 04:00 PM

- BBBWWAAAAAAHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA

- Let 'em eat frogs

Posted by: Big Bang Hunter at August 31, 2005 11:55 PM

- Patton once said:

"The French.... well I like them well enough when I can see them... In fact I'd rather have one German division in front of me than twenty French divisions behind me...."

Posted by: Big Bang Hunter at September 1, 2005 12:01 AM