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These are the stories of Robert Hawks. Some of them he wrote down, but most were tales that were told and retold relaxing on a summer evening in law chairs out in the back yard or sitting around the living room on a quiet winter afternoon. Many were remembered and written down well after the fact by someone who wasn't there, so if there are any inaccuracies or exaggerations for effect you should blame the transcriber and not the original author. Dad was remarkably consistent in his stories, something that always has the ring of truth for a historian. In several cases where historical facts could be checked they have been entirely accurate, although this should not detract from their enjoyment at all.
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