The following is a story I penned for some local newspapers back in the fall of 2009. It’s the story of Harry Adams, an Army Veteran who served in World War 2. Harry passed in 2016, but his life, and the difference he made, will never be forgotten by this humble writer.
Thank you, Harry.
It has been more than sixty four years since the ultimate sacrifice of the Allied forces helped to forge a nation’s new mandate while ridding the world of a ruthless tyrant. Harry Adams doesn’t have much use for rhetorical definitions though, being that he lived the most expansive war in the history of the world from the front lines.
The eighty seven year old Adams owns a much more human perspective,
speaking the moments of that time with his eyes and bringing it into clear focus as we sit at his dining room table. The Lititz High School graduate had worked his way into a plum job at Armstrong while at the same time preparing for a possible call to duty. “I started out working in a shoe factory, a summer job . . . I made twenty five cents an hour. And then I doubled that when I went to work at the chocolate factory. So when I got a job with Armstrong making sixty nine cents an hour? I had it made!”
This good life was interrupted when Adams was called into the war by President Roosevelt. There were no draft numbers to pull for a twenty year old, according to Adams. “We just reported for duty when we were told.” So he did. He began his training as an army medic in Hot Springs, Arkansas. He then moved across Texas before finally being stationed at Fort Hood. It has been seven decades worth of calendar since he shipped out across the Atlantic via French ocean liner with ten thousand troops strong and landed in Glasgow.
His recall is lockstep in nature. “We were told not to worry, that the ship would be able to outrun u-boats,” He laughs. “We were under General Hodges’ command when we got to Europe, and it wasn’t until we arrived in England that we found out we were going to be fighting under General Patton. “I remember him coming out to speak to us when we arrived (in England). He told us we were going to keep the German army on the run. He said they couldn’t shoot if they had their backs to us . . . and he was right about that.”
As a medic in Patton’s Third Army, Adams quickly learned the relentless pace of the legendary commander as they devoured targets before their bombers could even arrive to provide cover. They moved at a breakneck pace that would earn Adams a Silver Star for having marched and fought through five campaigns- From Normandy through the Rhineland and up through the mountains of Ardennes into Central Europe. The march into the Bulge was hard and unforgiving. The troops lived on K Rations which Adams refers to as “Cracker Jack Boxes” which consisted of canned meats, cheeses, hard biscuits and cigarettes. They couldn’t build fires since this carried the risk of giving away their position to the Germans so they borrowed invention through necessity by heating their food on the manifolds of their Jeeps. Showers were an infrequent luxury, as was a good night’s sleep.
Winter was a grim odyssey of hard snows and excruciating cold snaps where frostbite and hypothermia accompanied the troops across the rugged, unforgiving terrain. Adams says the survival skills they adopted helped to borrow a modicum of comfort. “You couldn’t get warm, it was impossible. We had our uniforms and a blanket and that was all we had. So we made something out of anything we found. We became good at scavenging. And let me tell you, those silk parachutes . . . they were warm.”
There were close calls, such as the time his Captain tabbed him for a reconnaissance mission of a nearby village. The thought was to bring along a medic in the event the small group of men found any wounded soldiers. He decided against the need for Adams before walking into a nest of gunners. Adams met them later on at a hospital. The driver had been taken out. The Captain was shot in the back and the Colonel had lost his forearm in the firefight. “Another time we were moving through a town that hadn’t been liberated. We had no idea until a Colonel told us we had to get out of there, fast.”
And then there were the sober testaments to the mission they had each undertaken. He will never forget coming upon a camp with no idea as to what awaited him on the other side. He presents me with the pictures he brought back; grainy black and white photos out of hell. They are pictures from the Dachau concentration camp. One picture shows a couple of skeletal survivors standing next to a wooden cart piled high with the dead. There is one picture I can’t figure out. It appears to be a huge mound of sawdust, several feet high. I learn they are cremated remains. “I know there are people who say the Holocaust never happened, I say look at these pictures and then tell me it never happened.”
There is one other picture I have to ask him about. It is of the twenty two year old Adams being flanked by Generals Patton and Dwight D. Eisenhower. He tells me it was taken at the tail end of the war when his company was marching through Luxembourg. “I remember telling one of the fellas I was going to get my picture taken with them and he didn’t think I had the nerve to ask.” Adams says. “As it turned out, Patton was in a good mood. He told Eisenhower to ‘let the kid stand in the middle’. Later on when I was in Germany I sent that picture to General Eisenhower’s headquarters, requesting his signature and I received a letter from his secretary.” It is a typewritten response from Lt. Kay Summersby dated September 20, 1945 and it includes the autographed photos from the future President of the United States. Adams would later procure Patton’s signature for his photograph after meeting his niece, who worked for the Red Cross.
His voice still cracks at the thought of those bombers overhead. He can still smell the death of those prison camps. His eyes still tear when he recalls the long days and endless nights. His selfless dedication across thirty eight months in Europe leaves its impression on each and every American who puts him or herself in harms way. But Harry Adams doesn’t consider himself special. “I’m no hero . . .” He says simply. There is a proper reply to this statement, and it would lean to the contrary. Because he is most certainly just that; a hero. They all are. Not in the past tense, but in the strongest sense of our best hopes. The better understanding of our national identity comes from the link these voices of a greater generation have gifted us with. But I figure that a retort would sound contrived, and there is no time for clichés as we sit in his dining room surrounded by the memories of the men he stood with and the time he stood within. Adams repeats his belief as the sun sets on a late fall afternoon, and as with everything else, he does so firmly and with little hesitation.
I owe him the silence of this moment. I owe him a lot more than that, actually.
We all do.
What a message and story, Pilgrim. We owe Harry Adams and hundreds of thousands like him our gratitude. Thank you for this moving story.
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Thank you Sheriff. It was Susannah’s advice and I’m glad I looked back to find something for today.
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Hail Susannah 🙂
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All Hail The Queen Of Words!
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Live, from The Melville Files.
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I like it
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Since you coined it.
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🙂
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She does have good advice for sure. 😊
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No kidding
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Pilgrim hit it outta the Park. 🙂
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Marc is another one who makes me want to throw my laptop into the nearest body of water. He is such a good writer.
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So are you John.
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You are very kind. Thank you, Susannah.
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We all deserve a seat at the table.
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Pass the bon mots, please. (Talk about full circle.)
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They’re battin’ their lashes again.
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I was going to have them with hollandaise but okay if they are batting I’ll have something else.
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Ever the gentleman
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Hahahaha
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Sounds as if they’re batty, and fatty. 🙂
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And chatty?
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Women!!!
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Shoulda known.
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She speaks the truth
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*blush.
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🙂
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I second that.
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Oh Sheriff, I’ve lots to learn from you and so you leave that lap top right where it sits. Because I don’t do role models, excepting for the special ones . . such as yourself.
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Thank you Boss
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B,
This is you at your most beautiful writing. There is a reason you were asked to write this. (And I’m glad you heeded Susannah’s suggestion.) You’ve shown Mr. Adams the respect he deserves in a proper way. No more words necessary as there is nothing that needs to be added.
Q
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Q
Thank you lovely. I remember that evening like it was yesterday. The interview, the official one, lasted something like half an hour to forty five minutes. But I ended up spending a couple hours with the man. Off the record stuff, just him talking mostly, me listening. He was such a humble man, as are most veterans.
Thank you for reading this, and for the support and encouragement you give me each day. 🙂
B
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I imagine it is not likely to be forgotten any time soon. I love that, after the interview, you spent a couple of hours with him just listening to him talk. That, in itself, is a huge gift.
There is no way I would not read anything you write, you know that. And you’re welcome. I am your biggest fan…
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It was. And he gifted me some mementos, a couple photographs and newspaper articles from way back. I gave them to Damian.
I remember Harry kept thanking me for doing the piece, and how embarrassed I was. Him . . . thanking me. No way, I wasn’t having it.
And you know the feeling is mutual. Like, totally . . .
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Oh wow. These men are such humble and generous gentlemen, aren’t they (weren’t they)?
As a humble man, Harry thought nothing of what he had done. It was his duty. That someone would be interested in his tale is why he thanked you. That’s how they roll. And we, who have been given the opportunity of reading your beautiful piece, also thank you for bringing this man to life and making his part in the war effort worthwhile.
Like, totes…
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Were, are. As I told Frank, even the kids today, they have that same philosophy. And what impresses me about today’s generation is, they don’t NEED to do this. They volunteer. Which is why I believe their belief in service should never be taken advantage of by any administration.
When he spoke, you could see his mind transported back to those moments in time. It was sad, powerful, inspiring, all of it.
Totes
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This is so very true. And no, they should never been taken advantage of – which, sadly, is not always the case.
I can well imagine this. He must have had that faraway look… I know it touched you greatly.
No two doubts about it.
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Not even close, and it’s an actual crime.
The detail is always so crystal clear. No matter whether it’s the sub freezing temps in some European country or the sweltering heat of the jungles, they paint it so vividly.
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It is!
I am sure their experiences are engraved in their minds, never to dull until their own light is dimmed.
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And now we’re losing the Vietnam veterans at a quick pace as that war is almost a half century over already. As it is, there are only a handful of WW2 vets.
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This is so true – crazy when we think of it. Barely a handful of them – my friend’s father being one. He’s a spry and alert 95!
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God bless him.
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Indeed!
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Beautiful writing indeed. He’s so modest which makes me, next to you, his biggest fan. Those who preen their wares annoy the shit outta me. I like, to use Midget’s apt term of the day, humility in a person. It’s so much more awe-inspiring than the braggart’s…hey, look how great. I am. That’s when I log out.
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Amen, Sistah!
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You two . . .
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Hey… leave your cheering section alone!
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I’m saying THANK YOU . . . 🙂
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That’s better 😉
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I hate preeners. “Look at Me”-ers. Too much of that going on as it is.
Is it any wonder selfies are so popular?
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Me too. I cringe. I think one’s art should speak for itself without the garishness of self promotion, but nowadays, that’s what you’re supposed to do. Be your own publicist. Just don’t have the gene.
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It’s true. It’s a big turn off too.
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So we’ll be obscure a little longer. sigh
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Obscurity is relative, don’t you think?
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I guess.
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I realize, I shouldn’t have said, we’re obscure. I am, but you may not be.
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I don’t concern myself with all that stuff. Like I said, it’s all relative in today’s day and age. I’d much rather be interesting. And we are.
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Wait a sec, I thought I was Fan #2.
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Okay, I’ll take the 3 slot, I don’t mind.
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Excellent post. Interesting how that generation kept much to themselves and weren’t about gloating and bringing attention to themselves. I salute to Harry and all the others. https://youtu.be/7v_XtbSzJe0
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Cincy
Never. Every veteran I’ve interviewed is the same way. From veterans of WW2 to Korea to Vietnam to the Gulf. They’re dedicated, selfless and they believe in service. It’s truly a humbling experience to spend time in their presence.
Thank you good sir. How thoughtful.
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Thank you for sharing this story.
The most striking element of so many who served at that time is their humility. They had a job to do and that’s what they did. So few of them think of themselves as heroes or anything other than men (and women) who did their job, followed orders, and achieved incredible things.
Whenever I watch a movie about war, or read a book on the subject, whether it is a historical war or a more recent one, I marvel at what the soldiers go through and that they keep pushing forward, regardless of the hunger, the cold, the hurt, the fright. They just keep going, and I simply do not understand how they can do that.
It’s a marvel and a wonder, and a thing we should never, ever forget.
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Humility is what’s needed right now since it seems to be extinct like good etiquette and the eagle. As much as war films upset me, I watch them always amazed knowing, whatever they show, you know it was much worse. The opening of Saving Private Ryan for instance. I recall Ed Burns saying, even though it was merely a movie, it was positively horrible. Something to that effect.
I so wish I knew my dad’s story, but alas, grateful to now know Mr. Adams’s.
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Humility and grace, love and forgiveness, patience and understanding. All in such short supply these days.
The opening of Saving Private Ryan, and so many other sequences in that movie are positively riveting. And as you say, still not as bad as it is in reality for many soldiers.
My dad joined the Air Force in 1951 and retired 20 years later. He never had to participate in any of the wars — too late for Korea and not actively flying by the time Vietnam heated up. He was a B-52 navigator, so while he never saw war up close, he did fly alerts regularly throughout his service.
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I’m sure he still had tales to tell, even from the sidelines. When I read Vonnegut’s bio about his war years, I couldn’t fathom how he was still sane, and writing the way he did. Years ago, I saw a dog get hit by a car in a Korvette’s parking lot. I’ve never forgotten the blood. I can’t imagine war, up close and much too personal. It’s well, unimaginable to me.
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My dad doesn’t talk much, particularly about himself, or the past. But a little over 20 years ago, he and my mom showed up at my home with a gift — his life story in the written word. It’s been a long time since the last time I read it. Maybe it’s time to do so again.
As for war … yes, it’s unimaginable.
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Yeah, get it out. Like Marc’s story. Could inspire you to pen something on its merit.
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And to think with these soldiers, those images have sound and scent and feel to them as well. Unimaginable.
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It’s why Patton claimed, when he walked across a battlefield, he could hear them.
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It’s strange to think that Korea is almost three quarters of a century gone and Vietnam is almost half a century over.
I attended and wrote about a Memorial Day service locally, this was a few years ago and there were only a handful of WW2 veterans in attendance.
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Yeah. The “Greatest Generation” is almost entirely gone. As are Holocaust survivors. Those are memories and stories and histories we just can’t afford to lose.
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This is so true
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A marvel, a wonder, a duty unimaginable. All of it and so much more.
Their sense of duty is one of those things that has always amazed me. The men I’ve interviewed over the years, they never wavered.
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An excellent reminder of what true humility and perseverance in unbelievably trying times looks like. Thank you.
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Thank you Rebecca. Yes, it’s always a good reminder for me to look back on these interviews.
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What else do you have hidden? It’s like a diamond you forgot about. I’m all for being humble but, how apt was this on such a day that clearly affects you too.
God bless Mr. Adams. Funny how that name brays, to quote General MacArthur, Duty, Honor, Country.
SB
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I often look back on these interviews, never having to read them to remember the thoughts and deeds that I penned. My articles of faith in country, is the way I like to look at it.
Bless Harry, and all the boys.
Thank you again SB
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Thank you. It was really fine writing, and I don’t say that easily.
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Thank you SB
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Dear Marco,
I agree with Dale. This is some of your most stunning writing. I don’t know that I have anything to add to the prior comments, other than to agree. What a privilege for you to interview such a hero. Thank you for passing on the privilege to the rest of us. A beautiful, tear-filled read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Rochelle,
You are just the loveliest. Thank you.
And yes, such a privilege to spend time around these men. Their stories are reminders to never taken our freedoms for granted.
Shalom,
Marco
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That’s the way to tell it. I don’t know if I caught this one before but glad I’ve read it this time around. Stories like these really get to me 22 years old, some 18, 19. Kids. Off in Vietnam, Korea, and the World Wars. Kids. Watching The Pacific and Band of Brothers, although not documentaries, still get to me because I imagine stories like that happened. Kids just kids. So I’m glad that some of them made it back and even though they came back different than when they left, their sacrifice is always valued and they are always seen. Harry Adams. Sunshine and waves my friend.
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Cali
I don’t believe I shared this one on Drinks. I might have shared one or two others but I can’t remember.
Kids. That’s it right there. They were kids. Just starting out in their lives and boom, they’re shipped off to the other side of the world and exposed to hell. And yet, they never wavered.
I’ve had the privilege of talking with several men who knew Dick Winters and they told me all about the Band of Brothers, which inspired me to read and watch afterwards. Amazing men.
To Harry
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Oh man! That is such a good book and the series too. Everything makes you feel so much for those boys and I can’t even think of their parents. It’s really great that you are able to talk about Winters with all his brothers. That must have been such a great conversation about such an amazing life. Definitely courage. No doubt … to Harry
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It was quite something. So many of the WW2 veterans are gone now, and I consider myself quite fortunate to have heard their stories first hand.
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We must never forget. My Father was 17 when he joined the RCAF. He flew in a Lancaster. I will never forget.
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Bless him for his service. And thank you for sharing, Pam.
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Great feature. I guessed you are/were a journalist. That mix of direct and indirect speech in telling a story, beautifully done. Plus a mention of Glasgow. Got it all, man
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You know, I never think about how I’m going to write something. I just kind of do it according to the voices in my head, LOL
Thank you my man.
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Ha ha, i know those voices! Know the skill in what you craft too. Cheers
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Gracias amigo
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What a wonderful article 💚☀️ And they’ll never be forgotten 💫💫💫💫💫
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Thank you for such a lovely comment, RNB. 🙂
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❤️❤️
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