A short story – The answer is in the mountains

Excerpt of a writing written 11/20/2012 :
when I asked my grandfather a question sometimes, he’d give an answer that made sense to me… and other times, he’d just say “The answer is in the mountains.” …
… it wasn’t until the day he died that he told us what that meant…

…we would ask questions like ”where does the sun go at night???” and ”how do u keep ripe strawberries fresh?” and ”how long is too long to wait for an answer to a question?” and the biggest ”what is the purpose of life?’ and hed say The answer is

In the mountains..

My grandfather said the answer was inside of a story, and the story wasnt his, even though he was a part of it, so much as it was hers… she was raised in a town by the mountains… Nothing but sunshine in her soul.. But all that sunshine wasnt Enough to keep her warm that time she went on a search for the puppy that had gone missing the day before (yes this is a short story, for anyone who caught part 1 and 2 this morning)

Every one else had given up the search for the lost pet, but at 7 years old she couldn’t accept that he would meet the same fate as the sheep that had gone to the mountains and been trapped in the caves…
so she set out refusing to come back alone… was it the innocence of a child or was she just that courageous to set out on this mission??? He said “The answer was in…”

… My grandfather was 13 at the time and he was the servant for a soldier that was only 20 years old but he was the son of a general, and my grandfather was an orphan whose parent’s had died during an avalanche years ago…

He and the soldier were studying the mountains to see if there were any caves that could be used for storing weapons and supplies for the army…

… What they found was a small glossy statue of a girl and a small puppy… the soldier threw his blanket around her and screamed… My grandfather didn’t understand the scream and when he asked the soldier later on the trip back why he had screamed, the soldier simply said “When you’ve seen the evil of war, every innocent thing is made more precious.”
… By the time they returned to the village, the girl and the puppy had recovered, and the young soldier sat in peace… He vowed to protect her til his last breath… (to be continued)




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