DAD AND FRANCE

Street scene in Dijon, France

Photo Copyright: Sandra Crook

Here we are again this week. Today we’re sitting in a small virtual cafe on a street in Dijon, France. We’re here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer’s group. Our hostess is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Sandra Crook. Thanks again Sandra. To read the other stories from group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box after clicking on the link. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/07/15/17-july-2015/

Genre: Nonfiction

Word Count: 100 Words

DAD AND FRANCE by P.S. Joshi

The only thing connecting our family with France was Dad’s WWI navy service.

He was already in the U.S. Navy when the country entered the war. He was assigned to a battleship that had been refitted to carry troops from New York City to Brest, France. They made that round trip many times during the war, then afterward to bring the troops home.

He had a girlfriend in New York who asked him to bring her some real French perfume. The next time he came back, he’d forgotten, so bought her French perfume in New York. She never found out.

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43 thoughts on “DAD AND FRANCE

    • Thanks, Ansumani. Actually, I think in WWI Brest was not where the heavy fighting was going on. I think it was well behind the lines. Most of France was saved except for the northern borderlands. I’m so glad you enjoyed the story. 😀 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Ali. Actually, during WWI, most of the fighting in France was along the northern border. Most of France was saved, and the war was nowhere near Brest. It was in WWII that the Germans spread throughout France. My dad and the other men in the U.S. Navy during WWI were more in danger during the crossing. German U-boats were sinking many ships. 🙂 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Gah. You’re right in that it’s the thought that’s important and he did buy the perfume. I’m so happy you enjoyed the story. My dad had a lot of good stories. I enjoyed writing this. 😀 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Vinay. You’re probably right. If she liked him enough to be a girlfriend, she would have forgiven him as he at least gave her a gift. I’ll go over to read your story shortly. 😀 — Suzanne

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    • Thanks, Alicia. I’m so glad you really enjoyed the story. My dad had a lot of funny stories he used to tell about his youth. I always enjoyed hearing them. I enjoyed writing this one. 😀 — Suzanne

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  1. That sounds about right. 😉 My in-laws have WWII stories about France. It seems that Grandpa and his brother were on the boat to France when the truce was signed in Europe. Family legend says the Germans heard the Snowberg boys were on their way to Europe, and the name struck fear so deep in their hearts that they surrendered rather than meet the Snowberg wrath on the battlefield. It doesn’t sound likely, but it does make a pretty good story.

    All my best,
    MG

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    • Thanks, MG.That’s a great story. 🙂 My brother was on an aircraft carrier in WWII (he’s 20 years older than me) and it was bombed. He’d just made Chief and all his new uniforms were lost at sea. They all got off okay though. They were put on an island in the south Pacific where the U.S. Navy had headquarters..

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  2. It’s definitely the thought that counts. Plus, if you can’t get perfume from France, New York isn’t too shabby a place! Great story, Suzanne. Thanks for sharing your memories.

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