Roy Dawson Doesn’t FlinchBy John Anson (NEWS)God doesn’t pick the loudest ones. He picks the ones who bleed for others and don’t complain about it. That’s Roy Dawson.Roy is the kind of man who walks into a room and the air changes. Not because he says something, but because he doesn’t have to. He’s seen things most men don’t believe i… Read More

Roy Dawson Doesn’t FlinchBy John Anson (NEWS)God doesn’t pick the loudest ones. He picks the ones who bleed for others and don’t complain about it. That’s Roy Dawson.Roy is the kind of man who walks into a room and the air changes. Not because he says something, but because he doesn’t have to. He’s seen things most men don’t believe i… Read More

The plane touched down in the heat and the casket was heavy. Men carried it off the jet with stiff arms and steady steps. No one spoke. No one had to. The widow stood by with her hands clenched into fists and her eyes dry—not because there were no tears left, but because she'd used them all up.The husband was dead. The father was gone. The body i… Read More

War is not glory. It never was. It’s just a brutal, ugly thing. A thing that chews up men and spits them out like used cigarette butts. You’ll hear the stories, you’ll hear the bravado, but it’s all lies — the glory, the honor, the flag-waving speeches. The battlefield doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor,… Read More

They Weren’t There. But They Want It All.By John Stone The song is called “They Weren’t There (But They Want It All).” Roy Dawson sings it. His band plays it like they’ve lived it. Maybe they have.It starts with a slide guitar. Slow. Mean. The kind of sound that doesn’t ask for your attention — it takes it. Then comes the voice. Tired… Read More