TITLE

A Baseball Team of Unknown Navy Pilots Pacific Theater, 1944 (Poem)

AUTHOR(S)
Prunty, Wyatt
PUB. DATE
July 1996
SOURCE
New Republic;7/1/96, Vol. 215 Issue 1, p40
SOURCE TYPE
Periodical
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "A Baseball Team of Unknown Navy Pilots: Pacific Theater, 1944," by Wyatt Prunty.
ACCESSION #
15243850

 

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