Chapter 6: Remembrance

"So where is it we're going to again, Andrew?"
Andrew says, “We're going to see a part of history, young Jon."

After 10 minutes, they reach a small war memorial with an old cannon on the right side and a memorial plaque on the other.

Andrew says, “Wanna go look Jon? Might be someone from there that you can recall. I'm going for a walk, plus i got some 'talking' to do."
Nona says, “Come on, Jon. This is the only time today we'll have private time."
Jon says, “Holdon, Nona. I want to look."

Jon puts his hand on the plaque and feels the surface as he slides against it. Right before his hand leaves the plaque, he feels a tremendous amount of pain. As he falls down to his knees, Nona rushes to his side. A moment passes and Jon regains his composure. Even as she helps him up, more memories rush into his head. Andrew overhears the commotion and rushes back.

Andrew says, “What happened?"
Jon says, “I saw.... Felt something.... Saw people getting shot...."
Nona says, “And?"

As he stands up again, Nathan then recalls someone in his memory speaking his name.

Jon says, “Nathan."
Nona says, “Wha...?"
Jon says, “Nathan... That’s my name."

Nathan is still feeling his forehead. He takes his hand away after the pain subsides.

Andrew says, “Do you need to sit down Jo...Nathan?"
Nathan says, “No, I'm feeling better now."

Nona continues to support Nathan.

Nona says, “Of all the times..."

Nona lets out a little laugh.

Nona says, “Of all the times..."

Nona lets out a little laugh.

Andrew says, “What's funny?"
Nona says, “First, the name of someone he knows pops up for some reason and now your name. What’s next?"
Andrew says, “Nathan...why does that sound familiar?"
Nona says, “Maybe you'll remember when Nathan remembers more."
Andrew says, “Hm... Well, I did my duty. Ready to go?"
Nona says, “Yea...just one quick glance."

Nona looks around the area where Nathan's hand was and takes in the names of the few around the area. As they all leave, they pass by a sign with the quote:

Future years will never know the seething hell and the black infernal background, the countless minor scenes and interiors of the secession war; and it is best they should not. The real war will never get in the books. — Walt Whitman

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