On January 13, 1975, the enterprising community of Elizabethtown, Kentucky (a few miles from Fort Knox and the gold vault) was rocked with the news that one of

Joe cautiously walked toward the woman, keeping his gun pointed at her the whole time. As he crept up to the porch, he saw a man slumped over. His face was cove

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Many may wonder why an old "guerrilla" should feel called upon at this late day to rehearse the story of his life. On the eve of sixty, I come out into the worl