Fearless HeartBy Deborah Solice
July 1, Present day, Gettysburg Battlefield, Pennsylvania…
Distress. That's what a normal person would feel. Although I do sense a tingling of distress, I haven't felt normal since my first and only other visit here seven years ago. That was the year I turned sixteen. The year my life changed forever. My trial by fire.
I close my eyes and mind to distractions, tuning out the tourists’ voices along with the distant sounds of passing cars. In spite of the events that happened here, or possibly because they happened here, this place calls to me. It seeps into my mind, my heart. Deep into my soul.
The scent of an early afternoon rain shower still hangs in the air as twilight falls. It is ripe with an earthy aroma after a long, dry spell. I breathe it in, rel
