I was at Camp Lucky Strike on the Channel coast of France about Aug 15, 1044, scheduled to go home and then head for the invasion of Jspan. The war ended and as I did not have enough "points", I was sent back to Bremen, Ger for another six mos, not coming home until Feb. 1946.
They did not keep much tabs on us at Lucky Strike soone morningin the dark, I took my bag of cigarette cartons ans stowed away in the back of a truck going to Paris, I had the address of a Paris girl whose single mother had dated a home-town banker friend of my father's in the first WW!!
Exchanging my cigs for francs, we wewre able to hit a Paris restaurant.As I did not dare take any official aremy tours, she guided me to the main sights by the Metro (sub-way). I visted their apt. over-looking Paris. I did the same trip two weeks later but was on my own as she had to work. By then I could get around on the Metro - sort of.
She and her mother spoke English. They sang both their and our natiomal anthyms looking out over Paris from their balcony.I was there exactly one year after the liberation of Paris.