Thursday, February 19, 2015

Red White And True Comments

Rating: 0.0

A steady gentle rain had fallen throughout the night before.
Morning dawned, grey and dreary, like the butternut they wore.
A.P. Hill was on the march, speeding towards the sound,
the distant sounds of battle, as they marched through Frederick town.
...
Read full text

John F. McCullagh
COMMENTS
Close
Error Success