It was the summer of '44 when I was born. The war would not be over for another year and people were really sick and tired of it. I have always hated the number 44.
you are lucky to be here, lucky a bomb didnt drop on your head 
It was the summer of '44 when I was born. The war would not be over for another year and people were really sick and tired of it. I have always hated the number 44.
you are lucky to be here, lucky a bomb didnt drop on your head