tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post6504694209996633814..comments2024-03-28T14:04:01.556-07:00Comments on Midlife Cycling: In The Year Of '39Justine Valinottihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10852069587181432102noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post-83942258326291868192015-08-26T15:11:40.506-07:002015-08-26T15:11:40.506-07:00Anon--That's quite a story. I am grateful tha...Anon--That's quite a story. I am grateful that the circumstances under which I've seen Paris are better than the ones he had.Justine Valinottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10852069587181432102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908461644259659419.post-72588538928576250882015-08-26T09:43:26.492-07:002015-08-26T09:43:26.492-07:00I also immediately thought of the year 1939 and of...I also immediately thought of the year 1939 and of course the beginning of WWII. My dad graduated in 1942 so you know where he went; in his case, he went to Europe in the infantry and did get to see Paris, albeit in a hurry; he was returning to the front from convalescence in England so had more or less 12 hours of a layover in Paris waiting for a train to carry him to the Huertgen Forest near Aachen. That battle was not a good experience as he wound up back in hospital in England for most of the rest of the war until the German surrender in May. But at least he got to see Paris and enjoyed it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com