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"Is that a female?" "Yes grandad" "Is that face paint?" "Yes grandad" "Does she have a prosthetic hand?" "Yes grandad"
He then took his glasses off as his eyes filled with tears and said...
"I lost so many friends in Europe during that war. They weren't ’friends’ at all. They were my brothers. And I miss them everyday."
He wiped his tears away and finished by saying...
"I'm sorry, I didnt see any women with claws wearing face paint....but I saw a lot of dead men. Is this what people think happened? Because it isnt."
I patted him on the head and simply told him...
"You're uneducated."
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