Just a few months ago I was visiting an old man in southern France, in an area liberated by paratroops. When he told me he had kept a helmet from one of the americans, I started feeling the adrenaline. I asked him if I could see it. He brought me to his garage, where I found a french helmet from the 1950's (copy of US helmets). I told him it was a french helmet, and he said it was impossible.
I showed him the date in the helmet, about 1950. He still said it was american from 1944.
Then he said: "I remember, my helmet had a dent in the liner that I fixed". He looked for the dent and did not find it.
Then he said: "I am an old imbecile. I lent my helmet to a man a few years ago for him to wear it at the 50th anniversary of the liberation parade, and he gave me back this french helmet instead."
JL
I showed him the date in the helmet, about 1950. He still said it was american from 1944.
Then he said: "I remember, my helmet had a dent in the liner that I fixed". He looked for the dent and did not find it.
Then he said: "I am an old imbecile. I lent my helmet to a man a few years ago for him to wear it at the 50th anniversary of the liberation parade, and he gave me back this french helmet instead."
JL
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