Ten years ago. I vividly recall the moment when I heard that my bombs were raining on Afghanistan. I was working in the garden. A neighbor was playing his radio or TV loud enough that I heard the "news flash."
I stood frozen for a moment and then dropped the tool and screamed. I saw old friends and their children and grandchildren exploding, dying, suffering. I ran inside. Tears ran down my cheeks.
I told my wife. We held each other. What else to do?
A well-swept yard was once the mark of a well-kept house and property, owned or lent
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Monday, October 10, 2011
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My Dowdle Family Photograph Document photographs, as distinct from documentary photographs, can be frustrating. Once subject and other inf...

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Many thanks to Ron Pennington for the following information He refers to his relative. This is the store of Reuben Vaughn Windham and wife...
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