Gen Douglas Macarthur ( 2 of 2 )
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the read more
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
They died hard, those savage men-like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. read more
They died hard, those savage men-like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.
