Cry your grief to God. Howl to the heavens. Tear your shirt. Your hair. Your flesh. Gouge your eyes. Carve out your heart. And what will you get from Him? Only Silence. Indifference.

As their figures recede, it strikes Filsan as ironic that they had delayed fleeing so they could take as many of their possessions as possible, but now those very possessions prevent their flight.

There was a loud shuffling above. A line of redcoats took their position at the edge of the ravine and aimed down at the rebels.”Present!” the British officer screamed to his men.”Present!” yelled the American...

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,Fill’d with death, ya pens’ll hang ya.

I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.

At the age of eight, John Quincy Adams was made the man of his house while his father, John Adams, was off doing important John Adams things for America. This would be a lot of...