The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time when he was needed most. A time that is now gone forever. When men believed and sacrificed, when hero’s walked the earth in mass. When patriotism was not just a word but, by what men lived and judged the worth of each, … More The Old Salts: George H. W. Bush and John S. McCain
Where the grass lands roll in stretches like an endless tossing sea, To the mountains white and hoary, over ranges wide and free, Where the country lies unbroken, and the soft prairie breezes blow, It is there my heart turns fondly and the siren bids me go. It is far from cares and worries … More The Call From the West
Occasionally world events bring to the forefront remarkable people who write their experience large upon our own. World War Two, for example, brought out many who may have otherwise lived in obscurity. Poet and Spitfire pilot John Gillespie Magee Jr. was such a man. Born in China to missionaries, his father an American and his … More High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee Jr.
The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: It is twice bless’d; It blesses him that gives and him that takes; ‘Tis the mightiest in the mightiest, It becomes The throned monarch better than his crown, His scepter shows the the force of … More When Mercy Seasons Justice