With a small still camera, I went down the Champs-Elysees. People on each side of the street were maybe a hundred thick, and I couldn’t figure out exactly how to get onto the street. I tapped a man. He turned around like he was going to hit me, but then he noticed I was a GI. “Our liberators! Our liberators!” he yelled to the people in front of him. Suddenly, it was like Moses parting the Red Sea. They all parted and, zippo, in I went. I wound up on the Champs-Elysees, on the street.
©Phil Drell