It
is relatively late on Tuesday March 18th, 2014 and i am thinking of my Dad, who
was born on this day in 1921.
I
am thinking of his stories to me of growing up in a relatively rural area in
the town of Ippling in Lorraine about 50 miles from Strasbourg, France.
He
told me only a few stories before World War II came, but he told me of his
family fermenting and then distilling plums and how an inspector would come
with a special device to determine if it was the correct type of alcohol so it
could be consumed. He told me (and i
have a pilots license, in French of course) that he learned to fly at the age
of 13.
He
told me that he had begun to go to a technical school for engineering and that
in school he learned French, German and English and that he loved math.
He
told me that when war came, he became a spy for British Intelligence and that
he was captured twice, but escaped each time.
The
first time the Germans wanted to make a poster child of him, because of his
looks.
He
told me that he would not go back to France because neighbors had
"ratted" him out and therefore threatened his family.
He
told me he was held prisoner once with a Russian soldier and learned Russian
from that man. His final escape was in
the bed of a coal car and he just barely escapes.
The British wanted him to go back again, but he
refused because he feared for his family.
He made his way to Spain and there became disillusioned with the
Catholic church because they were siding with Franco and the Nazis. He learned Spanish and stayed for 6 months
with a family in the southern part of Spain where he became close with the
families daughter.
He
made his way to North Africa to join with Charles DeGaul and the Free French air
force. He flew what they had, which was
mostly Spads. He spoke of a favorite
dish that they ate of raw liver mixed with red wine and onions.
These
were the details, but he talked little of any fighting. I found a book about a pilot in the Free
French Air Force "Wind, sea and sand" and gave it to him. It turned out that he knew the man, but he
had "disappeared" after a mission,
I have never seen the book again, anywhere, and he never spoke more of
it. I know that he came to the United
States to an Air Force base in South Carolina where he was taught how to fly
more modern aircraft (I have some of the pamphlets from this) and when the war
ended before his training was finished, he decided to stay in the United
States.
He
moved to Washington DC and worked with the French consulate because he knew a
number of languages and picked them up easily.
He
decided to become a citizen and was sponsored by a US senator.
He
had to leave the country to apply and lived in Cuba for 6 months, where his
knowledge of language saved several times.
Once in a cantina, the table next to him of several men were talking how
they would rob him when he left the cantina - they were unaware that he spoke
Spanish and he did not let it be know until he was ready to leave. He walked over to the table and drew his
service revolver and spoke to them in fluent Spanish that if they left there
table and tried to hurt him, he would kill them.
He
returned to Washington DC after 6 months with no serious problems and began
working in a Jewelry store. I have some
of his work still.
He
married an Argentinean woman, but before a year was out, she left and went back
to her country. Shortly after that he
met my mom, who was working as a nurse in Washington DC. As she tells the story, she needed to have a
watch repaired and saw him and then began going there daily. They married and then decided to move to
Houston.
My dad did not like to talk about the war much,
it affected him greatly and there was not a lot of detail, but it was wonderful
to hear any part of it.
1 comment:
The military men with interesting lives have nothing to say. Even my aunt who was in the OSS never had anything to say about the war. You still managed to learn a lot about your dad's life and that is a bonus.
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