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This is a story about my nan, she grew up in Ireland.This story takes place in world war 2. My nan often went down to the beach since it was right next to her cottage.Sometimes there would be dead bodies of soldiers washed up on then beach,my nan was only 11 at the time and can still remember it.This just goes to show that wherever you are in the world war will affect you some way or another.

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