Panoramic view of the ruins after the Great Fire in Boston, from a point opposite Trinity Church in Summer Street

The time has come when we must part, the teardrop dims mine eye; How oft I've clasped thee to my heart with joy in days gone by! When first I saw thee I was sure, thou cam'st to me to stay, but nothing earthly doth endure - all things must pass away. How oft, in days forever past, my form thou hast embraced! Another takes thy place at last and clasps me round the waist. But such is life - we meet to part; in midst of change we dwell, I clasp another to my breast - old corset - fare thee well! A long farewell; a last caress; 'tis fates most stern decree, at last I've found true happiness - I wear the "R. & G."

Fort Riley, Kansas, 135 miles west of Missouri River.

Sailing

Zero: A sixty-five pounder opening fire