fake WW2 story
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It was a early Sunday morning and I was talking with my best friend Mike Ritter on
board the U.S.S. Pennsylvania. We were eating breakfast and enjoying a day off from seven
days out at sea. Mike and I always had breakfast together when we got the chance and talked
about everything.. We were both twenty-three and shared the same values. Mike was a
brother to me and I would never let anything happen to him... until the unimaginable did..