Born in a battle against slough and swale, a land that showed neither promise nor purpose, won with metal, with concrete, with our own hands hammering, forging, and building. | |
Running across the swale! We come on 'em sudden. | |
The thrust of the aircraft is so strong that it actually forced her down, deep into that soft, porous swale of the wetlands. | |
Until the last grand swale | |
Born in a battle against slough and swale, a land that showed neither promise nor purpose, won with metal, with concrete, with our own hands hammering, forging, and building. | |
Running across the swale! We come on 'em sudden. | |
The thrust of the aircraft is so strong that it actually forced her down, deep into that soft, porous swale of the wetlands. | |
Until the last grand swale | |