Sometimes when I get home at night in Washington I feel as though I had been in a great traffic jam.
Don't be confused that my interest in religion, faith, and spirituality is driven by any sense of faith or spirituality of my own.
From each one of them rose separate columns of smoke, meeting in a pall overhead, and through the smoke came stabbing flashes of fire as German shells burst with thudding shocks of sound. This was the front line of battle.