I can’t escape. I try, but I can’t. “The World at War: The Ultimate Restored Edition” – this has got to be the very best
RESIST the RESISTANCE
The left’s push to make ME think about it has come full circle.
It is not so much about virtue, for in the end we are all imperfect. It is about loving, believing in, and preserving the Republic.
Off in a small wooded tract of land adjacent to Memorial Junior High School on Hendrickson Avenue in Valley Stream stood a few abandoned & boarded-up
“My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery, and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union. I shall do less whenever I shall believe what I am doing hurts the cause, and I shall do more whenever I shall believe doing more will help the cause.” … Abraham Lincoln
Many are familiar with the Cherokees of the SE and their forced removal to Indian Territory known as the Trail of Tears. Many, too, know of Chief Joseph and his Nez Perce tribesmen of the NW and their battles to attempt escape into Canada. Not as many are familiar with this particularly heartbreaking exodus ~~~
Where to start? Arbitrarily, here … After several terrorist attacks and a declaration of war by Osama Bin Laden, President Bill Clinton lobs a couple
BRADDOCK’S DEFEAT … Battle of the Wilderness … … Inspiration for LOTM’s Massacre Valley? A large force of British regulars tramps down an old Indian
The unzipping sound of a tent flap in the darkness was the first sound of this early morning. I stumbled out into the cool, fresh
Almost spontaneously, after being innocently suggested by Eric Hurley (Soldier #2) on our Bulletin Board several months ago, the idea of a Mohican Gathering grew
Just happened to be my day off. Back in those days, we had rotating days off at the Post Office. It was a Thursday, the Thursday after Labor Day weekend – must have been 1998? – and it was my Thursday to be off. Sitting at my computer, hair loose & wet from a shower, I heard a vehicle coming up our long, gravel driveway. Got up, peered out the window. A Sheriff’s Deputy was approaching the house.