Once upon a time, in the enchanting city of Paris, an 83-year-old British gentleman took his first step onto French soil. Excitement and anticipation filled the air as he reached for his passport in his bag. However, his joy was interrupted by a stern French lady who briskly approached him.
“Have you been to France before?” she asked, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. The gentleman smiled kindly and replied, “Yes, indeed. I have had the pleasure of visiting your beautiful country in the past.”
With a disapproving look, the lady retorted, “Well then, you should know better than to fumble for your passport, sir. It’s common knowledge.”
Unfazed by her remark, the gentleman calmly responded, “You see, the last time I visited, I didn’t have to show my passport.”
The lady’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Impossible!” she exclaimed. “You British have always been required to present your passports upon entry!”
Under his breath, the gentleman whispered, “Well, when I came ashore on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day in 1944, I couldn’t find any f##king Frenchmen to show it to!” A mischievous twinkle danced in his eyes, hinting at the essence of an unforgettable memory.
As we honor our heroes and remember the sacrifices made, let us wear our poppies with pride.
