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?
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Monday, October 10, 2011
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John Lewis: Faith
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 111. “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, t...
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Written by W. T. Daffron, my grandfather, of Millport Alabama, probably in 1932. It was the height of the Great Depression. The Hays...
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My Dowdle Family Photograph Document photographs, as distinct from documentary photographs, can be frustrating. Once subject and other inf... -
William Julius Allen, who as a man such advanced years that he might as well call himself an old man, says: My grandfather Will was fascinat...
