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Thunder filled our white frame house.<\/strong>
\nOur family ran outside and looked up,<\/strong>
\nAirplanes in formation roared overhead,<\/strong>
\nUncountable flying machines rumbled above,<\/strong>
\nI grabbed my five year old sister\u2019s hand,<\/strong>
\nShe squeezed it tightly,<\/strong>
\nStaring upward toward the silver slivers in the sky,<\/strong>
\nI shaded my eyes with my other hand.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mother called, \u201cMaybe, maybe Uncle Bryant is the<\/strong>
\nPilot in one of them.\u201d<\/strong>
\nThat made them seem friendlier,<\/strong>
\nWe all waved wildly,<\/strong>
\nBut we still clung to<\/strong>
\nEach other.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 October 16,2002<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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