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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Molly made a face at her brother. “You birdbrain.”
“Am not!” Jimmy scowled.
“That’s a compliment you know,” said Grandpop.
“Why?” asked Molly.
“You never heard of Cher Ami?”
“Not what—who. He was a hero of the Great War.” Tears stung Grandpop’s eyes. “The Krauts shot a hole in his chest, took out his eye and blew off his leg. Nothing could deter him from his mission.”
“Wowsers!” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “He was tough.”
Molly sighed. “Was he good looking, too, Grandpop?”
“I’ll say. Two hundred of us dough boys owe that handsome carrier pigeon our lives.”