Old soldiers, Miss Dandridge. Someday you'll learn how they hate to give up. Captain of a troop one day, every man's face turned toward ya. Lieutenants jump when I growl. Now tomorrow, I'll be glad if the blacksmith asks meto… — Frank S Nugent Copy Share Image
Signal smokes, war drums, feathered bonnets against the western sky. New messiahs, young leaders are ready to hurl the finest light cavalry in the… — Frank S Nugent Copy Share Image
Old soldiers, Miss Dandridge. Someday you'll learn how they hate to give up. Captain of a troop one day, every man's face turned toward… — Frank S Nugent Copy Share Image
