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Personal Narrative: My Trip To Normandy American Cemetery

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I just came back from my trip to France and while I was there I was able to visit the Normandy American Cemetery. The experience was something I will never forget, after having seen the graves of all the men who gave up their lives. I also went to Nice, Monaco, and Paris, and I really enjoyed the trip. My dad told me that you are about to go on a trip to Croatia. I hope you have a wonderful time there!

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