Ogburn Charles

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 filled with Skypeople, Gods, and magic. One thing is sure, only time will tell.