“Those books and letters are fascinating. My grandfather must have died close to here.”

“Yes, he does describe our ancestral farm, as mentioned in my grandmother’s diaries.”

“There’s also that cryptic notation in the letters and in the diaries about visiting a farm.”

“Do you think…?"

“We’ll never know, family legend is that grandma passed away in childbirth about nine months after the battle.”

“Lisette, you are so beautiful.”

“Oh, John…”

I took her in my arms, and we made passionate love consecrating these hallowed fields once more.

The song of the larks filled the air around us in celebration.