In the fall of 1970 — newly graduated from law school — I drove myself and my wife through the main gate
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It is Wednesday, and I’m in Savannah. This morning I’m in the sleek, now empty bar at the TRYP Hotel. I’ve got
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It is Sunday, early, crisp. The fighting in Ukraine continues — the Ukrainian infantry mastering the Javelin, Strela and Stinger anti-tank and
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It is Friday and it is early. This morning the Wall Street Journal tells us that the 82nd Airborne — our bloused,
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It is Monday morning, and I’m sitting on my deck in Port Royal — a weathered, well-used wooden deck built one weekend
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A gusting wind is ripping through our backyard magnolia trees Saturday morning. Previous wind, in the form of two hurricanes and a
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