Cigarettes and Penicillin
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War turns boys into men. It takes moments of your life and changes you forever.
It's the little things that follow you. Snapshots. Stories you can tell your mother. Your father. Your aunt. Your son. Your granddaughter.
There are good stories. Moments of coincidence and humor.
There are interesting stories. Moments that become historical trivia about a long ended war.
There are bad stories. Moments of regret and cowardice. You only tell those stories once.
JD will never forget the smell of cigarettes and penicillin.
The smell of penicillin. It's a moment that's a story of death.
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Cigarettes and Penicillin is a fictional story of WWII, based on true events. This story is dedicated to my PaPa, a medic in Patton's 3rd Army.
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