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Dad was{{U}} (10) {{/U}}80. But he always laughed{{U}} (11)
{{/U}}my concerns. Now the cancer came back. He had a month, two{{U}}
(12) {{/U}}, he said, and merely asked me to{{U}} (13)
{{/U}}my strength for the golf course. We played at course
near the English village of Freckleton. During World War Ⅱ my father had{{U}}
(14) {{/U}}in an army{{U}} (15) {{/U}}the outskirts of the
village. A local told us," There was{{U}} (16)
{{/U}}memorial service because of the bomber. " I{{U}}
(17) {{/U}}at Dad. "Do you know the bomber?" His{{U}}
(18) {{/U}}had turned pale. "Yes. Come with me. " I
followed him to a{{U}} (19) {{/U}}ground at the rear of a
church. "How did these folks die?" I asked.
"They weren' t folks. They were{{U}} (20) {{/U}}. Four and
five-year-olds. Thirty-eight in all. One of our bombers{{U}} (21)
{{/U}}into the school. "He shut his eyes. "God, What a{{U}} (22)
{{/U}}! I remember pulling away{{U}} (23) {{/U}}of the plane, bricks
and all these precious kids inside... " I saw tears{{U}}
(24) {{/U}}in my father' s eyes," There was one gift who was always
laughing. I{{U}} (25) {{/U}}her Lady Sunshine. A week after the crash, I
found a note on the base of{{U}} (26) {{/U}}board from her parents. They
wondered{{U}} (27) {{/U}}anybody had{{U}} (28) {{/U}}a
photograph of her. I took them all the photos I had. We sat in their front
parlor and cried. I' ve never experienced{{U}} (29) {{/U}}quite so sad.
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