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blog 87 the forgotten little boy

Behind Queenie I suddenly saw a small three year old boy standing by the far wall of the bungalow room, in the corner, as if trapped and cowering. He cried as he cowered in the corner. The lighting flashed on … Continue reading

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blog 86 every sept. 13th

Queenie was too frighten to go back to bed so Bobby and I sat with her in the tiny main room of the bungalow as lighting flashed through the now bare windows to light up the room as thunder rumbled. … Continue reading

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blog 85 tea with queenie

The heat ratchet up relentlessly as news from Afghanistan turned dire. Our puppet shah was a joke. The bribes to the warlords turned into a hemorrhaging of monies ‘John Company’ could not afford. Yet if the bribes were cut then … Continue reading

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