Quotes About Fort

supposed to be the shrine of democracy [Mount Rushmore] but really is the shrine of deceit . . . a desecration of a sacred spot, stolen from us in violation of the Fort Laramie Treaty of 1868.

gangs of L.A. Crenshaw was run by the Crips, though at the time, you still had a few Brims—that's the original name for the Bloods gang. Time magazine called it Fort Crenshaw—it was one of the most violent schools in the U.S. It was a closed campus—once the bells rang, they locked the school down and you couldn't leave.

The Utes who live in Fort Duchesne today are very familiar with the stories about the Buffalo Soldiers and their interest in Freemasonry. A patch of ground that once was designated as the graveyard for the Buffalo Soldiers has since been covered over with houses built for Ute tribe members. And that's where things begin connecting to our story.

When Benteen rode into what would eventually become Fort Duchesne, seventy-five battle-tested cavalrymen accompanied him. Every one of the seventy-five troopers was black, the legendary Buffalo Soldiers.

I served at the Pentagon and at Fort Leavenworth - my job was video cameraman, and that allowed me to travel to places like Korea, Japan, Alaska, Germany and the Netherlands.

When I was five, we moved to Virginia and lived inside an old fort that was surrounded by a moat. So when I heard stories of American history, I felt as if those dramas were taking place right in my own backyard.

It had been just twenty minutes from the sounding of the charge until a Confederate pulled down the fort's Union flag and Forrest ordered a cease-fire; Confederate partisans later would make much of that, saying the butchery was so great because the fort hadn't been surrendered, but Federals running for their lives had little time to concern themselves with a flag. Soon

We're called to advance the kingdom, not hold the fort. It's the difference between why and why not. It's the difference between if only and what if.

Marriage is like a fort, those who are in want out, those who are out want in.

A clear cold morning with high wind: we caught in a trap a large gray wolf, and last night obtained in the same way a fox who had for some time infested the neighbourhood of the fort.

Yet for Glass the fort did not mark a finish line to cross with elation, but rather a starting line to cross with resolve. With new equipment and his increasingly healthy body, he now had advantages that he had lacked in the past six weeks. Still, his goal lay far away.

We came up the hill by the fort, stopped at Matt Cleary's, a contrarian. We left the bicycles by the cow cabins. Matt was out in the haggard and came warily, followed by a little inquisitorial committee of hens.