Snippet from this morning's ramblings ...
Yes, Gordon had overdone it, but he would overdo it again if he had the choice. When he closed his eyes he could still see the desperate plea in the weak, blue eyes … the ancient, wrinkled woman passing a baby – probably a great-grandchild – out to him. There was no way he was carrying that baby to safety when he could easily carry them both. What exactly did his older brothers expect him to do? Turn his back?












