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Personal Narrative: When I Move Off To Africa?

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You see I was about a week away from being shipped off to Africa to help with the eastern African campaigns, fighting off the Italians and the Nazis. They gave me a week off before I ship out to go back to my home town of Elora. I left as soon as possible ecstatic to try and get back to the place where I was raised. I arrived within the same day and I was surprised to see what I had come back home to. The city was more drab than I remembered, and the bookshop looked the same. Inside I saw two people, the first being Caroline. She was the one taking care of the bookshop while I was away and the second was Gerald. I walked in blushing a little bit, feeling a bit giddy. I don’t know why but I was excited to see Gerard. I told Caroline to take the rest of the day off and when she left I locked the door, closed the blinds, and I kissed him. …show more content…

At first he looked like Gerard looked astonished but that quickly changed into happiness. We stopped kissing and we just talked. We talked about our lives over the past year, and how he was known a marksman and how I was a sapper. EW talked all night. This week I had off was one of the best times of my life I was enjoying life, going around our small town soaking up what I could before I was shipped off but something put a damper to my joyous mood? I was listening to the new on the radio and the host was going through the war news and I remember what he said vividly “Despite the consistent progression throughout North Africa, the Allied invasion offensive grounds to a halt in the face of growing German resistance at key junctions. The total liberation of North Africa will have to

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