When I write about a 15-year old I jump I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.
To this wonderful page in our country's history another more glorious still...
I offer neither pay nor quarters nor food I offer only hunger thirst...
You too women cast away all the cowards from your embraces they will give...
