Tales of the Battle Road
By Donald L. Hafner
Much has been written about the fathers and sons, husbands and brothers, who "fired the shot heard round the world" on April 19, 1775—the first day of the American Revolution. Their place in history is secure. Yet in each home these men left on that fateful day, and in each house they passed, there were other people touched by war whose stories call to us across the centuries. These are stories of quiet courage in the face of grave danger by people who did not think of themselves as heroic. Stories that perhaps we can understand better, and that may touch us more deeply, than tales of soldiers standing on the Lexington Common or at Concord’s North Bridge. Read these pages, and see if you agree.
By Donald L. Hafner
Much has been written about the fathers and sons, husbands and brothers, who "fired the shot heard round the world" on April 19, 1775—the first day of the American Revolution. Their place in history is secure. Yet in each home these men left on that fateful day, and in each house they passed, there were other people touched by war whose stories call to us across the centuries. These are stories of quiet courage in the face of grave danger by people who did not think of themselves as heroic. Stories that perhaps we can understand better, and that may touch us more deeply, than tales of soldiers standing on the Lexington Common or at Concord’s North Bridge. Read these pages, and see if you agree.
By Donald L. Hafner
Much has been written about the fathers and sons, husbands and brothers, who "fired the shot heard round the world" on April 19, 1775—the first day of the American Revolution. Their place in history is secure. Yet in each home these men left on that fateful day, and in each house they passed, there were other people touched by war whose stories call to us across the centuries. These are stories of quiet courage in the face of grave danger by people who did not think of themselves as heroic. Stories that perhaps we can understand better, and that may touch us more deeply, than tales of soldiers standing on the Lexington Common or at Concord’s North Bridge. Read these pages, and see if you agree.