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My Crumbled Dreams of the Beautiful Game of Soccer

When I was 15 years old I walked away from the beautiful game, the sport that I had been in love with since I was a young child. I had been on a great club travel soccer team with a great coach for 5+ years, and I had another 5 …

World War II Memories From the South Pacific: Part II – Borneo and New Guinea

This is the 2nd in a series of guest-posts, written by my dad H.W. Davis, about my grandfather and his experience serving with …