In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
Douglas MacArthurOld soldiers never die, they just lose their grip on reality after traumatic brain injuries.
Douglas MacArthurIn my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.
Douglas MacArthurOld soldiers never die, they just lose their grip on reality after traumatic brain injuries.
Douglas MacArthur