tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499915856437819318.post3276745153887955248..comments2024-03-28T00:33:56.334-07:00Comments on A Line from Linda: Finding GilbertAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17268792209201288464noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499915856437819318.post-85581525037121761142014-11-27T16:08:54.338-08:002014-11-27T16:08:54.338-08:00What a heartwarming story, Phil! What are the odd...What a heartwarming story, Phil! What are the odds?Thanks for sharing!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03476989382230974500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499915856437819318.post-80168327763820067232014-11-10T11:10:23.217-08:002014-11-10T11:10:23.217-08:00My girlfriend and I just happened to be in Normany...My girlfriend and I just happened to be in Normany on the 50th anniversary of D-Day. We woke up in a little B&B on the beach and discovered the whole town was celebrating and the hotel was full of US and British vets. We joined the parade and celebration in town, and one of the first people we met was a Frenchman, dressed in a US military jacket three sizes too small, and a US cap and helmet. He was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning, and had apparently been in such a hurry shaving that morning that he left a big patch under his nose. With his unrestrained excitment, dress, and hurried grooming, he looked a bit comical, but when we were able to understand what he was telling us, the vision of him changed. He as an orphan boy when the invasion happened and an American(s) adopted him, fed him, looked after him and befriended him when he apparently had no one else. The anniversary of D-Day to him was indeed like Christmas morning. He would not stop hugging and shaking every vets hand. We weren't vets, and were not even born then, but he hugged us too, and we basked in his love of everything American because of the kindness of our troops, in the middle of war, so many years ago.<br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08649361268772050737noreply@blogger.com