Remembrance Day
The Eleventh Hour Once again we remember some of the destructive actions we have been lead into, often through circumstances but more often than not by those who are supposed to be our representatives. As I have don in the past, here are a few pictures accompanying a poem I wrote. Below that, my story inspired by a very good friend who was involved in the Battle of Britain and later training fighter pilots. Bothe these offerings also appear in my collection of short stories and poems, "People of the West" A Timeline." I f you click on my pic to the right you'll see where to access it. Native Sons in World War One Deacon By D.M. McGowan Before men started shooting at him with 7.92 mm bullets Harry Burnside had been a singer. He stood in front of fifteen, twenty and sometimes thirty-man orchestras and sang the Dorsey, Kenton, or Ellington songs or whatever else the crowd in front and the band behind wanted to hear. He had worked his magic in Detr...