The plan was to take the flight out of Boston to Chicago, breach the cockpit when it reached cruising altitude, divert it south to Washington, and hit either the White House or the Capitol. And if both were still standing… Read More ›
short story
AN OLD SOLDIER REMEMBERS
I was born in 1732, became a soldier at sixteen, fought in my country’s wars, lost an eye in one and an arm in another. So I was already an old man – too old for the battlefield – when… Read More ›
Paulosophical Vimplications 