I was born in Paris in 1943 when bombs were falling everywhere. My father put me and my mother on a train to Ellon, Normandy where her mother lived. The last car, the baggage car, was hit by a bomb. We got there with just the clothes on our backs. There was no Woolworth's, Macy's, back then. Clothes were generally hand-made, The house still has one wall standing. We lived just down the road from Caen, a leveled city. I still remember three sunken Liberty ships facing the coast at Arromanches where we would go swimming. We came here, by ship, the "Ile de France," in 1952. I was seasick for six, agonizing days. We settled in Astoria, Queens. Thanks to all the courageous servicemen, we are here to have a safer life. I now live in N.H. I served for 20-years with the N.Y.P.D. Thank you for this song which reminds me of my GREAT mother. My father was born in Czechoslovakia in 1901. Most people don't realize what they have here in this great country.