The story had been retold more than one time but each time that the soldier told the story it was just as if he were back in the same place living the night over. Others loved to hear the story. His wife had gotten tired of the stories and could easily go about her work in the house ignoring the tales as they were retold.
For years the picture had been mounted on a piece of plywood hidden upstairs in the attic. At once it had been proudly placed on the wall as a reminder of the night in France. Now the glamor of that night had faded and the picture was just a memory from long ago. The secret of the castle and the American invasion was placed back in the recesses of the attic with other outdated items. Everything stayed there until the time that our Dad passed away.
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