Corporal Jonathan Yale. Lance Corporal Jordan Haeter. Whom God made, and worthy of their making.
I would be proud to be led by one of these men.
After they heard gunfire outside their meeting room door Wednesday, Members of Parliament snapped close to 15 flagpoles to make sharp weapons.
Some positioned themselves on risers that flanked doors, ready to attack an assailant.
I thought about the 20th Maine when I read about the men at Maidan Square sprinting into shotgun and sniper fire.
His online media outlets:
His book Righteous Indignation.
Although rather a goodish egg in her way, Aunt Nancy put the “imp” in “imperiousness.” I often found it rather difficult to tell her “no.” In fact, I didn’t tell her “no.” My performance vis-a-vis Aunt N. was modeled on the broad lines of a summer intern or a cooked spaghetti noodle.
When I took in a poor bedraggled cuss of a man of the cloth, I little reckoned he’d make free of mah arsenal and steal mah thunder. Durn him for a do-gooding rattlesnake. I aim to be fair, howsomever. I allow as his exploits excite mah admiration.