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THE HUNT …

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THE HUNT …

Late in 1968 my war making came to an end; this Marine had come home for good. Hefting my sea bag into the trunk of Dad’s Oldsmobile, I slid in beside him. He looked over at me. “Welcome home, Son.” These were the first civil syllables that had passed between us ...

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