The Red Cross, our last hope, had left us to starve.
Not My Turn to Die: Memoirs of a Broken Childhood in BosniaLiving isn't always red bows and birthday balloons.
The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final GiftSomething you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.
Red, White, and BloodI’m like Waldo, in that I’m trying to find myself. And I’m wearing a red and white striped sweater.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For You