A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.
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Nationality: American Type: Public Servant Born: December 25, 1821 Death: April 12, 1912 |
“Feelings are like chemicals, the more you analyze them the worse they smell.”
“I have been extremely lucky; I am a person who is currently living with a cancer that is under control.”