JD stumbled out of an Irish pub. His belly full of food and heart full of laughter, JD almost forgot that he was in a strange city in a world at war.
"JD?"
The voice was familiar. Crossing the street towards him was a dark, lanky fellow. It took only a few moments for JD to recognize him.
"Junior?" JD laughed. The pair shook hands, JD clapping Junior on the shoulder heartily.
"How are you, pal?" said Junior, grinning widely.
The two shot the breeze for a few long moments. It was nice to see a Mississippi kid in Belfast.
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Cigarettes and Penicillin
Historical FictionWar turns boys into men. It takes moments of your life and changes you forever. It's the little things that follow you. Snapshots. Stories you can tell your mother. Your father. Your aunt. Your son. Your granddaughter. There are good stories. Mome...
