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THE African sun was excessively brilliant and hot as Jack and I struggled toward the Operations Buildings, carrying his bulging and unwieldy barracks bag between us. We dropped the bag in front of the unlovely red building with a gasp of relief. Jack mopped his face and tugged at the necktie which he was so unaccustomed to wearing. "I'm damned if I don't choose a cool day the next time I leave North Africa," he said. "You're luckier than me," I said. "It'll certainly be a cold day in July when I leave this place."
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Fullen, George
(1947)
"Flight 501,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
:
Iss.
1
, Article 9.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol15/iss1/9
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