I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood for vengeance for desolation. War is hell.
I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
All War Departments are now Defense Departments. This is all part of the...
When it comes to gossip I have to readily admit men are as guilty as women.
