Dead men, dead horses
Eighteen thousand men. Fifteen thousand horses. Dead. In just 90 minutes. And this before bombs or weapons of mass destruction were invented. Twenty thousand men
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There’s only one beautiful woman
It’s not often that my illusions are shattered beyond repair. I can usually glue the remnants back together – enough at least to keep some
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