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I jumped onto the fleet landing, jostled my way through a horde of happy, swearing sailors and made my way to a gate that meant freedom after thirteen months of navy routine. I paused momentarily at the gate to determine which good old American street I should follow. With no objective in mind, other than to absorb some clean U.S. air, I chose a street which ascended to a high bluff overlooking San Francisco Bay.
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Graham, Richard H.
(1947)
"My Girl,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
:
Iss.
3
, Article 20.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol15/iss3/20
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