The tale is worth the time I take to write it. The day I stood at the soldiers grave marker sent chills up my spine. I was unable to say the fall breeze which rustled the leaves around my feet was the cause. The feeling was more than sorrow, but a haunting telling of a story…gone, not forgotten, and one which will take you to the dark recesses of a time in our history of fear woven through a courageous heart. Here I begin my story. The day I stood at the grave on the hill overlooking the Stone house.