A young soldier returns to his family farm in Hazelton only to find his father is dying.

I growed up on a farm in Pennsylvania. There ain’t much to tell ‘bout it cause it didn’t last too long. When I was eighteen, I enlisted in the army and died in Europe fightin’ Germans.

We was dirt poor, and in the winter I’d get a job to help us out. My last job was in a bakery deliverin’ pies and cakes and things like that. Those were the good ‘ole days, but we was still dirt poor.

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