I was three years old just about to turn four. I lived on Euclid between John R and Brush. I also remember tanks, fires, and my father ending up with lots of beer in our basement.
One night while sitting on our porch we saw soldiers coming down the street so me, my parents, and some friends of theirs all ran in the house and laid on the floor. I wanted to see the "Army-men" so I stood up to look out of the window as they passed by. My mother yelled at me to lay down before I was shot by accident. I found out later that a little girl that also lived on Euclid was shot and killed trying to look out of her window at the soldiers.
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