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May.25.2011
During my adolescence, I was exposed to numerous print and film texts based on World War II, in addition to stories told by my mother and grandfather, of their experience of air-raids and rations. At high school, we studied seminal literature such as 'The Diary of Anne Frank' and 'Night' (Elie...
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May.25.2011
The new baby, who wasn’t new anymore, had whooping cough and a hole in her ear. Per-four-eight-ed ear-drum, Mummy called it. She cried a lot, the baby, every day and all night. Mummy said she was worn out. She told Auntie that the hospitals were full of soldiers who’d been hurt by the germs, so...
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May.25.2011
Now 75 years of age, I can only remember WWII from a child's perspective. I don't recall the war's beginning; I was in kindergarten at the time. Yet, it seemed to me as I was growing up that the war was always with us. I experienced the war in several ways. I saved the silver papers of gum...
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May.25.2011
In my daddy’s dayHe went off to warSo very youngIt was a war you Had to fightObjectionsConscientious Or otherwise
So his blastingOut of high school At tender age Had only oneDestination – South PacificHeadquarters For the holiest of warsWhere the sunBeat down all dayLike midday
In my daddy’s dayHe...
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May.25.2011
I was not born when WWII happened, so I have no direct knowledge of it. What I have is from books, movies, the talk of relatives, and the civics class lessons on it. All war is horrible to those that experience it. At the same time, it presents opportunities to change the way things are and have...
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May.25.2011
World War II was before my time, but in the many years I was in school I studied about the conflict. The History Channel allows my husband, who is fascinated with this time period, a chance to continue learning more. I've read several fictional titles set during or after WWII.
My most personal...
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May.25.2011
I was born during World War II and raised in its aftermath, which included playing dawn-to-dusk war games with U.S. Army surplus helmets, ammo boxes, and dummy grenades, as well as several bags of toy soldiers and tanks that Larry Dennison and I would position in the dirt battlefields we created in...
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May.25.2011
A sunny winter day in peaceful suburban Philadelphia.
I'm shooting marbles on the dining room floor with Victor Bean's kid sister, Carol. Dad is minding us while mom attends one of her neighborhood Republican Committee meetings. He sits in the living room listening to the Grundig floor model...
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May.25.2011
The creamy silk kimono slipped over my head and slithered down my straight-as-a-stick body. Goose bumps popped out on my arms making me shiver. The fabric was soft, intoxicating; it lapped me up in cool luxury so different from the utilitarian cotton of the 1940's.
Inching myself up to the mirror...
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May.25.2011
A Sailor Delivered From the Fate of War
My father was my American Hero.
He served in World War II.
A Navy man he loved his ship.
The crows nest was where his time was spent.
Watching for enemy planes all day,
on the USS Pensacola a US Navy Heavy Cruiser (CA 24)
sailing...
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