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When we got down from the ambulances there were sharp cracks about us as bursts of shrapnel splashed down upon the Town Hall square. Dead soldiers lay outside and I glanced at them coldly. We were in search of the living.

I was a soldier in WWII. The last couple of months of the war I was actually in combat.

I remember when I was a private soldier. I remember the days when I was taken care of and when I was not taken care of.

I was a military brat; we moved all around.

I was a grunt, walking around in the jungle of Vietnam, trying not to find the enemy. Because I am so big, they were going to give me either a heavy radio or a huge machine gun to carry. I carried a radio.

The Army was my bread and butter.

My father and brothers were in the military.

Now, when I was in the Army, writing was my hobby.

I was in World War II; I cried when they took me in the Navy. That's the last time I cried.

My father was in the army, and you know not to talk about things on the telephone that you wouldn't want to hear transmitted.