Practicing for a third tour in ‘Nam his F4 hit a mountain in New Mexico . . .
The rector asked me to be Crucifer, to show the cross. Things go full circle -- the lad we were burying had taught me how to carry the processional cross . . .
3 May 1972
Here, we bury him
In the soft vernal earth,
With the ceremony of the nation:
Bugle, flags, guns.
Deep in the soft earth
We lay him.
Let the flags of the vain
Mourn his passing,
And the guns snap
Their brief hymn of praise.
Grief cannot come
Where he is taken . . .
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
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