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 ration
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.
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 th
In my daddy’s dayHe went off to warSo very youngIt was a war you Had to fightObjectionsConscientious Or otherwise
So his blasting
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 thos
World War II was before my time, but in the many years I was in school I studied about the conflict.
I was born during World War II and raised in its aftermath, which included playing dawn-to-dusk war games with U.S.
A sunny winter day in peaceful suburban Philadelphia.
The creamy silk kimono slipped over my head and slithered down my straight-as-a-stick body.
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