“That’s right, Sparky—my dad—but next to him, the finest of them all was the guy who went with me all the way.”
“Thanks, Mary. I’m glad you feel that way, for you’re the grandest girl I know. I’ll be seeing you.” He turned to march away.
“Oh! Gee!” Mary thought. “Life sure is funny! Some of the things that happen to you make you feel all funny inside, but when there’s a war and you’re in it, you just have to let it go—for the duration.”
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WHITMAN
BOYS’ FICTION