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		<title>By: Halloween Games &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Military Magazine &#124; Experiences of a Young Seabee in Wwii</title>
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		<description>[...] A month after turning 17, I left the Indian reservation in southern Arizona where I was raised and enlisted in the U.S. Navy . Because I was underage, my parents had to sign for me; they did and I entered boot camp in San Diego, California, in July 1943. &#8230; We had to cover our faces for a good two hours to keep the flying insects out of our noses and mouths. Being in an open boxcar didn&#8217;t help. Finally, we arrived in Algiers and again, the harbor was full of sunken ships. &#8230;Continued [...]</description>
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