TEA PARTY
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July 31, 2009 9:00 PM
My father, Sydney W. Bennett was killed in World War II on April, 19, 1945, in Italy. I was able to travel and see his grave. I stood where he encountered a German sniper’s bullet. He fell far away from home and his three children, in a place of great beauty where no birds sang. I stood where he died and watched birds fly over the valley and sing again. He died so that place could be as it was the day I found it 50 years later.
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