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I was born in 1924 the only son of four children of Helen and Abraham Montague in Brooklyn, New York. My father's business crashed during the Great Depression of 1929 and my parents decided to open a retail bedding store. We lived in a small apartment in the back of the store. When I was about 6 years old, My Uncle Sam gifted us with a small German Shepard puppy who became my best pal for years. Under the loving guidance of my mother and with the help of my buddy Lightning [the dog] all six of us lived modestly and happily. With the advent of World War 2, shortages in many items for the store made it unprofitable, so it was liquidated at the same time as I was drafted into the army. I ended up in the infantry and fought on the front lines in France.
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