All quiet along the Potomac to-night, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the picket’s off duty forever.
—Ethel Lynn Beers
Topics: Conflict
All quiet along the Potomac to-night, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the picket’s off duty forever.
—Ethel Lynn Beers
Topics: Conflict
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