Maybe, maybe I was two and a half being carried up to a plane on a runway in Bahrain, there were clearly loud bursts of fire. I being separated from my father who was one time RAF and may have flown to Beirut and later missioned to Cairo in all the smoke of War. I slept on the floor of the plane and my mother nursed my younger brother on the flight which was had a noxious and disturbing atmosphere. We waited a very long time for someone to come home.
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Maybe, maybe I was two and a half being carried up to a plane on a runway in Bahrain, there were clearly loud bursts of fire. I being separated from my father who was one time RAF and may have flown to Beirut and later missioned to Cairo in all the smoke of War. I slept on the floor of the plane and my mother nursed my younger brother on the flight which was had a noxious and disturbing atmosphere. We waited a very long time for someone to come home.
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