Lordy, Lordy – my daddy loved his dogs. Daddy with his bird dog in his lap, his open Bible on the table, and his hunting gun leaning in the background The first and last memories of my daddy always include … Continue reading →
A nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground. Then it is done. No matter how brave its warriors or how strong its weapons.
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