A soldier wipes the tears away from his mother's eyes, picks up his bags, and boards a plane, maybe never to return. When a man in black appears on your doorstep, in the middle of the night's fog, you know that this is not good news. He wears little expression on his face, instantly the mother on down. Now all she has of her little boy is photographs and memories. But what you didn't know was that soldier fathered a son. As he grows he keeps a box of photographs medals of bravery and his father's dog tags, all he knows of his father is stories and photographs. He hears the stories that his mother and grandmother tell him. 'It's funny, 'his mother says, 'how you can have everything one day, and the next it is all taken away.'
