Passage

Ten years have passed and the heart wrenching pain doesn't get any easier nor does it stop the tears from flowing. No matter how many times I inquire of his whereabouts I get the same answer, "National Security and "Classified Information". I am no longer satisfied having these phrases ring in my head like the damn Liberty Bell. I am going to find my son out there in those mountains where the strange lights dance about at night. The locals tell me stories of these ancient lands. Stories fil...