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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
THE GREATEST GENERATION
Great-Grandpa Harry’s war stories made wonderful essays for my seventh-grade history class.
“I never seen anything like it.” His faded blue eyes brimmed. “Charles Jackson French. The ‘human tugboat’. Ever hear of him?”
“A-course not. So Imma gonna tell you.”
I poised my pencil.
“After the Japs sank our ship, a few of us wounded escaped on a big’ol life raft. Charlie tied the tow rope around hisself. Eight hours o’dodging sharks and bullets, he swam us to safety. Never received the full honors due him.”
Great-Grandpa fisted his gnarled hand.
“Worst reason ever, son. Skin color.”