Hey, when Vicky sends you the picture, send it to me. Listen to me, listen to me, Vicky, I don't wanna hurt you. I know you got a condition, and I don't want you to feel bad, but I'm gonna die before you have a toothache and that's the truth, you understand. I got nothing. I got no group picture. I got group picture. Let me tell you where I got the group pictures from. I got a group picture from Maria DeMaria. She sent me all her four grandchildren together in a picture. I got it from Georgia Corozza, she sent me her group picture. You want me to go on. I didn't get nothing from mine.
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Katherine Anne Porter
A canvas map lay under my helmet with its four silver stars. Only five years before on May 7, as a lieutenant colonel in civilian clothes, I had ridden a bus down Connecticut Avenue to my desk in the old Munitions building. I opened the mapboard and smoothed out the tabs of the 43 divisions now under my command. They stretched across a 640-mile front of the 12th Army Group. With a china-marking pencil, I wrote in the new date: D plus 335. I walked to the window and ripped open the blackout blinds. Outside the sun was climbing into the sky. The war in Europe had ended.
Omar Bradley
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Rachel Maddow
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Haruki Murakami
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Antonin Scalia