This photo was taken by my father during his tour of duty as a Sgt. in the Army during WWII. His stories he told me of what he saw during that time will stay with me forever. The day he died, I was told that when my Grandfather picked him up at the train station in Bangor, he came home to the house on Bayview Ave., went upstairs and never came down for a year and a half....being haunted by what he experienced. The photos he showed me when I was young explained a lot. But thats another whole story in itself.
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