Once I got there, I noticed that a lot of soldiers were there. They were from Westover Reserve Air Base, and we invited them to help keep their moral up. We wanted to try to encourage them and thank them for what they were doing. A lot of young men around the town had died fighting in the war. Family members would find out by telegram or by "a special messenger, such as a rural mail carrier off duty." I would find out when I would go to church on Sundays. Word always spread fast in a small town. We were all very close to each other, but we knew if someone died, we would have to keep going. Time didn't stop for anybody. But tonight, we were celebrating. I was finally in the home stretch of getting out of high school. And I got to celebrate it with the soldiers. I knew a few of them because my girlfriends and I would hang out with some of them at my house.
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A Life to Remember
Historical FictionBased on a true story about a 16 year old girl growing up during World War II. The story follows Barbara, a 16 year old girl growing up in a small town in America during the war.
