![]() |
I cross the border under cover of night and slip into the foreign capital. In my trench coat and hat, I hope to complete my mission unrecognized. On the icy river, lights twinkle from the distant hotel. I hesitate a moment, but walk on; there is no turning back. I will execute my mission.
Published: Sunday, May 19th, 2013 @ 2:14 pm
By: John William Pope Center
|