March 23rd, 2008
Behind the Old North Church, there’s an impromptu memorial: a dog tag for each fallen soldier in this misbegotten war, their numbers in the thousands, hanging from a garden trellis, jangling in the wind. Through the Looking Glass
Behind the Old North Church, there’s an impromptu memorial: a dog tag for each fallen soldier in this misbegotten war, their numbers in the thousands, hanging from a garden trellis, jangling in the wind. Through the Looking Glass