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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4067 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Never Forget Julius (Michael Sottak) i was looking for my pen when Hillary's face smacked me like a wet glove from a bookshelf and Lord Tennyson whispered from another i thought about the Six Hundred how they rode back: "cannon to the right of them cannon to the left of them volleyed and thundered stormed at with shot and shell while horse and hero fell they that had rode so well came back through the jaws of death back from the mouth of hell but not not the Six Hundred"* so i imagined my father smiled when the poem was read that he heard all 21 guns as the stars covered his face that the stripes warmed him somehow *(loose quote from narrator's memory) |
