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December 07, 2005

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fridaynightgirl

I remember that I used to ask my grandfather about the war and he would never speak of it until very late in his life. It was only after years and years of asking him that I heard his story. I will always wish that I had more time with his stories, so I could remember them better. Now he is gone.

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