Thinking back, I missed another chance to meet a special veteran.
During the '80's and '90's, we took a series of ten foreign exchange students who lived with us for about eleven months each and went to high school here. In 1993, my wife and I took a one month tour to visit them and their families, starting from Sweden, then south in a big arc through Europe to France.
Shortly before we left Paris for home, we were standing with Maude, the mother of one of our kids, at the wall at the Palais de Chaillot overlooking the Eiffel Tower. She was older than I, lived in Paris during WW2, and while we were standing there, she did some reminiscing about German occupied Paris. Earlier, her parents, who were in The Resistance, told us some amazing stories and showed us pics of the fighting and liberation of Paris.
While looking at this man-made wonder, Maude told us she remembered thousands of people in the streets on VE day, and saw an airplane fly under the Eiffel Tower. She told us there was a news photographer on the mezzanine who snapped a pic for the newspaper, which appeared the next day.
After I was home and back to work, I ran into a woman I'd worked with off and on again over the years, but I hadn't seen for a while. She asked me where I'd been, and after I rattled off our itinerary ending with Paris, she sighed, "Oh, I've always wanted to see Paris."
I opined that if you liked big cities, Paris was wonderful, but I preferred other places we saw. I asked her "Why Paris?"
She told me she was Polish, that her parents fled Poland after Hitler invaded and made their way to England. There, her father joined the Polish Wing of the RAF, fought from the Battle of Britain all the way through the war, and at the end of the war, flew his plane under the Eiffel Tower in celebration. She said he got into big trouble because the newspaper published a picture of his plane taken from the tower, with his buzz numbers plainly visible. That's why she wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. She never made it there, succumbing to a fast growing cancer shortly after our conversation. Her father outlived her for several years, but by the time the internet came along and I found him, he had passed on, living just a short ways from me.
It's a small world.
And that's the rest of the story.