First in Spanish and then in English (Google translate)

Un joven, bella estadounidense se sentó con una taza de la noche de café con amigos en uno de los maravillosos café en la acera de en París.

París. El nombre de la ciudad es uno que no importa donde una persona está en este planeta, ellos saben exactamente donde está. Incluso sin haber caminaba por esas calles, una joven de California hizo.

Ella era una estudiante. Nada más que eso.

La niña iba a la cama por la noche en un lugar llamado “La Ciudad de las Luces”. Por la mañana se levantó de su cama en la misma ciudad, por lo que muchas millas de su abrazo.

Siento que tengo que pedir disculpas que ella no va a volver a casa con usted.

Sentado aquí en Missouri rural, estoy a salvo con mi esposa. Mi hija y su familia son sólo un pequeño paseo en automóvil donde están a salvo. Mi hijo y su familia son un poco más lejos aún que son seguros.

Creo que sé lo que debe estar sintiendo. Un completo vacío. Pronto habrá ira. A su vez que la ira en algo positivo.

Yo no sabía que su hija, pero tengo una … como lo hizo tantas familias que también perdieron a sus seres queridos Francés (así como de otros países del mundo).

Nunca he tenido el placer de conocer y conocer a su hija. Yo no te conozco, pero por favor saber mis oraciones están con ustedes.

Ella ya está en los cielos es como lo son todas las víctimas de otros / héroes de aquella trágica noche de viernes.

Orar es todo lo que puedo hacer más.

Soy demasiado viejo para ir de caza.

Que Dios llevar a su familia en sus brazos.

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A young, beautiful American sat having an evening cup of coffee with friends at one of the wonderful sidewalk cafe’s in Paris.

Paris. The name of that city is one that no matter where a person is on this planet, they know exactly where it is. Even never having walked those streets, one young lady from California did.

She was a student. Nothing more than that.

The girl would go to bed at night in a place called, “The City of Lights”. In the morning she rose from her bed in the same city, so many miles from your embrace.

I feel that I need to apologize that she is not going to come home to you.

Sitting here in rural Missouri, I am safe with my wife. My daughter and her family are only a small automobile ride where they are safe. My son and his family are a bit farther away yet they are safe.

I think I know what you must be feeling. A complete emptiness. Soon there will be anger. Turn that anger into something positive.

I did not know your daughter but I do have one…as did so many French (as well as other world countries) families who also lost their loved ones.

I never had the pleasure of meeting and knowing your daughter. I don’t know you, but please know my prayers are with you.

She is already in heaven as are all the other victims/heroes of that tragic Friday night.

Praying is all I can do anymore.

I am too old to go hunting.

May God take your family into His arms.

Vive la France…

November 16, 2015 by Patrick Jones

Trent’s World: If We Were Having Coffee We’d be Talking About Paris

November 15, 2015 by Patrick Jones

Great post from Trent’s World about humanity…

Trent's World (the Blog)

Hello. Come on in out of the strong, cold north-wind and grab a cup of strong French Roast or Tea. Yeah, my normal greeting is a little muted today, but you know why.

Usually I let you guess where I am by the picture. Well, I am only in Paris in my thoughts right now. My body is in New Hampshire.

This was a week like any other. Work. Play. Reading. Writing. Cold. Rain. But now that it is over, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to talk about something else. Oh, we can take time to chat about small things later if you want. Perhaps I’ll do a repeat tomorrow that is a little lighter.

Yeah, we’ll talk abut what people the world over are talking about.

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United with our Friends Across the Pond…Royaume avec nos amis à travers l’étang

November 15, 2015 by Patrick Jones

First in French, and then followed by English.

Ordinairement, je garde mes distances de la politique. Je pense que la politique est comme la religion ou les saveurs de crème glacée.
Après vendredi dernier, je ne vais pas pour être tranquille.
L'été dernier, ma fille et petite-fille ont passé plusieurs semaines en Grande-Bretagne. Pendant qu'ils étaient là, ils ont passé la journée à Paris, la ville des lumières.
Les gens que je l'ai eu le plaisir de rencontrer de la France sont des gens merveilleux. Ils ne sont pas différents de nous, ils parlent seulement une langue différente.
Je suis resté jusqu'à vendredi soir (vendredi 13) et regardé Fox Nouvelles et Shepard Smith rapport que la terreur se déroulait à Paris.
Je regardais les rues ont été inondées de gens qui courent pour leur vie, couverts de sang; le sang de ces malheureux qui se trouvaient blessé ou pire - morts.
Peut-être que certains ne peuvent pas imaginer regarder dans les yeux d'un homme ou d'une femme morte. Ou encore la peur sur les visages comme ils vous demander de ne pas les laisser mourir et il n'y a pas un putain de chose que vous pouvez faire.
Je pense que des monstres qui ont causé la mort tous. Monster est pas un mot assez fort. La langue anglaise ne possède pas un mot pour désigner un tel mal.
Ces animaux qui ont causé tout le carnage apprécié la mort qu'ils pleuvent sur les hommes et les femmes non armés qui étaient pour un vendredi soir avec leurs amis et familles.
Un moment vous, oui vous, êtes assis à une table sur le trottoir, en dégustant une tasse de café avec des amis ou que l'un ami spécial que vous aimez delà de l'amour, et la prochaine il n'y a rien, sauf le chaos; un chaos inconnu qui ne peut pas être mis en mots.
Je me suis senti chanceux et reconnaissant à Dieu que ma fille et petite-fille ont passé des jours merveilleux à travers l'étang, rencontrer des gens qu'ils vont E-mail pour les années à venir.
Au moins, je l'espère et je prie Dieu au-dessus qu'ils seront en mesure de le faire.
La France a déclaré la guerre. Tant mieux pour eux.
Avons-nous besoin d'un autre 9-11 de se tenir à côté de notre allié le plus long? Je ne prie pas.
I love ma fille et petite-fille ...

Ordinarily, I keep my distance from politics. I feel that politics is like religion or flavors of ice cream.
After last Friday, I am not going to be quiet.
Last summer, my daughter and granddaughter spent several weeks in Great Britain. While they were there they spent the day in Paris, the City of Lights.
The people I have had the pleasure of meeting from France are wonderful people. They are no different from us they just speak a different language.
I stayed up Friday night (Friday the 13th) and watched Fox News and Shepard Smith report as the terror was taking place in Paris.
I watched as the streets were flooded with people running for their lives, covered in blood; the blood of those unfortunate people who lay wounded or worse - dead.
Maybe some cannot imagine looking into the eyes of a dead man or woman. Or yet the fear on the faces as they ask you not to let them die and there is not a damn thing you can do.
I think of the monsters that caused all the death. Monster is not a strong enough word. The English language does not have a word to denote such evil.
Those animals that caused all of the carnage enjoyed the death that they rained over unarmed men and women that were out for a Friday evening with their friends and families.
One moment you, yes you, are sitting at a curbside table, enjoying a cup of coffee with friends or that one special friend that you love beyond love, and the next there is nothing except chaos; an unknown chaos that cannot be put into words.
I felt lucky and grateful to God that my daughter and granddaughter spent wonderful days across the pond, meeting people they will e-mail for years to come.
At least I hope and pray to God above that they will be able to do that.
France has declared war. Good for them.
Do we need another 9-11 to stand next to our longest ally? I pray not.
I love my daughter and granddaughter...