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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
BLACK DEATH
Henry struggled to catch his breath. The nurse sitting on the chair beside his bed reached over and squeezed his hand. “Can I get anything for you, Sergeant Johnson?”
“Been a long time since anyone’s called me sergeant.”
In three days, fireworks would herald Independence Day 1929. Whose independence? Despite his service, he was still considered less than human in his own country.
“My brother served with you in France.” Her eyes shone. “Says you’re a hero.”
“I just fought for my life. A rabbit would’ve done that.”
Shutting his eyes, Henry heaved a ragged sigh. His broken heart stopped.
Henry was dubbed “Black Death” by the Germans
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