I love new borns. They look like skinned squirrels and are the prettiest things on earth. My grand daughter is just a very few months old and is a charmer. Lord, they can grab your heart. And maybe that explains why old men devote so much effort to making sure the story of us, and our friends, is out there. So those little ones can grow up, and read it, and know that someone cared enough for them to risk it all, and lived and talked with heros. Peace.
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BT