“Where are we going?” the little girl asked.

The girl’s father looked down at his daughter and smiled.

“A new world,” he said. “Full of hopes and dreams. A place where we can be free.”

“When will I know we are there?”

Father pointed out toward the ocean.  “You will see a beautiful lady holding a torch,” he said. “She will guide us there.”

Gunfire erupted before the cooking fires had the coffee ready. The soldier thought this was very unfair as he dumped the pot and ran for his rifle. Not sure where the shots were coming from, he whirled about in confusion, shooting here and there. Bodies were falling. Men screaming. The smell of gunpowder and bacon hung in the air as the shooting stopped. The soldier dropped his gun. He’d been startled in his sleep, while dreaming about fresh home-brewed coffee. Another man shot him in the hand so he would drop the rife.