One day, many many years ago, I had a few shots of whiskey with my grandfather and we shot the shit. I’d never had a real conversation with him before. I knew his past, but not from his mouth.
I asked him about WWII and his experience.
He started going off about his time in France.
All the French women he had.
So many women.
My grandmother probably wouldn’t have approved, but he definitely had fun.
One day, many many years ago, I had a few shots of whiskey with my grandfather and we shot the shit. I’d never had a real conversation with him before. I knew his past, but not from his mouth.
I asked him about WWII and his experience.
He started going off about his time in France.
All the French women he had.
So many women.
My grandmother probably wouldn’t have approved, but he definitely had fun.
Be gnarly if you visited France and see someone who looks exactly like your dad or granddad.
Mon cousin?