- PART TWO -

Getting from Washington, D.C. to Hanoi, and then back again is not as difficult as you might expect. This more than surprised Blake when he found out. When the proposal to accompany Sutton and the JPAC team (Joint POW/MIA Accounting Command) was first introduced to him, the exact details were never explained and it was a good two weeks before Blake and Sutton had the opportunity to sit down to discuss all the intricacies, leaving him with all sorts of wild notions going through his young head.

The average person back then wouldn’t have known that all it took was $1,341.00 and two days each way, all flown on a large, modern airline. This hardly matched the visions and intrigue that Blake had imagined, but that misconception had been rectified many months ago.

With a sweep of his hand Sutton gracefully motioned for Blake to take the window seat. Because Bangkok Airway only flew out of Hanoi on Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays—the flight to Bangkok was full of passengers.

Exactly like traveling by air anywhere in the world, everyone was pressing in, shuffling to find a good seat. Once inside the narrow fuselage there wasn’t a person on board who failed to notice that the aircraft’s air conditioner was doing a miserable job of defeating the 90 degree-plus heat outside. Blake commented how it almost felt like 100 degrees inside. Not even the morning flight could beat the scorching temperatures.

After a futile attempt to get something cold to come out of the little silver nozzle above his head, Sutton turned and said, “Well, Blake, in a couple of days we’ll be back in the States. I can’t wait to relax.”

Chapter 11 – The Saga Continues

“Yes Sir, this has completely exceeded my wildest expectations. Plus I think I’ve lost about ten pounds.”

“I think we all have!” That comment came from Pete.

Tracy, Pete and Scott all sat grinning across the aisle, amused by Blake’s comment. Yes, they were all eager to get back home—and yes, they all looked about ten pounds lighter.

Hanoi to Bangkok to London to Washington, D.C.—that was their return route, matching exactly how they had gotten there. For the men in Sutton’s group this is where it would end for them. Blake also thought that this was the end of the line for him. How little did he know! Actually, Blake was about to enter one of those pivotal moments in a person’s life that can be looked back upon years later and recognized as nothing but monumental. A story certainly worth telling.

Many hours later, the sleek Boeing 767 made a perfect landing at Dulles International Airport. It was 2 p.m. on a Thursday afternoon.

A few minutes later, exactly as promised, as the team exited the long ramp leading into the terminal, all the wives and children and family members that you would normally expect to be there gave the men a well-deserved greeting. Some of Blake’s mountain-climbing buddies were there, too, along with his parents.

“Blake,” Sutton said, “I’ve got some debriefing to take care of but I’ve been doing some thinking and I’ve got something important to discuss with you. Something really important. Can I call you in a couple of days.”

“Sure, Mr. Sutton, I’ll be home.”

“Good, you’ll be hearing from me soon. Hey, watch out for that crew of yours. They look more dangerous than Lt. Ngo’s men.”

While the rest of Sutton’s team made their way home, because he didn’t have a family waiting to greet him, Sutton decided to make his way toward the Pentagon. General Samm was expecting his report and after getting a hotel room he planned to call for an appointment. Outside, trying to flag down a taxi, it was just as hot as it had been in Hanoi. There are some things you can never escape.

Because of a traffic accident, it took the cab almost two hours to finally make it over to the Holiday Inn. Sutton kept thinking about Nick’s letter.

“General Samm! Yes Sir, hello. Oh, not much hotter than here. OK, tomorrow morning at 9:30 is fine. Yes, everything went well. Just great. Blake held up better than the rest of us. Yes Sir, Roberts made all the arrangements and General Chin sends his regards. He thanks you for the gift. Yes Sir, the film’s been developed. But General, there’s one other thing. Oh, OK. Yes, I understand. Yes Sir. I’ll give you a complete briefing in the morning. Yes, 9:30 is perfect. I’m going to bed early and I’ll see you in the morning. OK, see you then.”

Compared to the hotel that Sutton and his team had stayed at in Hanoi, the Holiday Inn seemed like a palace. The sheets were fresh and the room ice cold.

After a thick steak and a baked potato, Sutton made his way down the carpeted hallway to the bar. It was only 7 p.m. Inside, Ebb Tide was playing softly in the background. Perfect. Sutton took a seat and adjusted his chair. The bartender was in his late 40s and had a soothing voice. Sutton ordered a cold beer. With that finally in front of him he took out his Colibri and lit one of his cigars, taking note that he needed to buy more. Lifting the tall glass to his lips and tasting the cold beer in his mouth, for the first time in what seemed liked months, Sutton felt relief. It would take three, maybe four more beers to finish off the cigar. That was exactly what he wanted—time to think.

“General Samm, nice to see you again. How’s the family?”

“Thank you, Sutton. Everyone’s fine. Please take a seat. Did you get a good night’s sleep?”

“Yes Sir. Probably the best I’ve slept in weeks.”

“Well, good. OK, let’s see those photographs.”

Sutton reached down for his brown briefcase and placed it in his lap, his fingers reaching to release the two brass buckles.

“These are the photos I took. These first two pretty much tells you everything. I gave the others pictures to your Operations Officer in Hanoi along with my written report, so I guess you’ll be getting all of that in a few days.”

"Yes, sometime next week. I appreciate you keeping these out of the loop so that I could see them."

“My God, will you look at that! That is unreal. Boy, the jungle was really kind to her. It’s amazing you even found it. Great work, Major. You and your team did a tremendous service to your country. How did Lt. Ngo and his men handle themselves? Oh, I see you’ve got one of them, too.”

“Very professional, Sir. They got us in and out of there without a hitch. Actually, it was one of the Lieutenant’s men that first spotted the bomber.”

“Well, I’ll be. That’s unbelievable. And what are these pictures?”

“Yes, Sir, that’s what I need to talk to you about. You know about Operation Shining Brass. OK, let me start from the top.”

The meeting with General Samm took almost two hours. As for Sutton’s report, what he had to say was duly noted. Sutton knew the drill. He expected it. The letter and Nick’s fate was simply going to be treated as more MIAs found—lumped in with the dog tags that belonged to the fallen men in Nick’s original unit, plus the crewmen from the B-52 that he had secured. As far as what happened to Nick and his comrades, in private circles the Army would acknowledge this isolated foul-up on their part. Considering the sudden evacuations and exit out of Vietnam that had taken place carrying out Operation Frequent Wind, certain mistakes were unavoidable. As far as Sutton was concerned, it had cost Nickolas his life.

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Chapter 12 – Vietnam 1974

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As already mentioned, as soon as Nick had finished burying the letter, he gathered his things and began making his way through the jungle. On the afternoon of the second day he finally spotted a river and knew that his only chance of getting out of Vietnam alive was to eventually float down it.

With a renewed sense of hope and adrenaline rushing through his veins, the added weight of the raft suddenly didn’t seem such a burden. Leaning against a large tree, Nick felt that if he got lucky, he’d be spotted by friendly forces by the end of the week. But he also knew that he had to be careful. Taking his time and keeping his sight on the river below, the steep terrain finally gave way to a gentle slope and before long, there it was beside him. Nick crouched down and and decided to wait there until nighttime.

Checking his watch, it was almost six pm. He planned to stay close to the bank and float only at night when the odds of being spotted by enemy soldiers would be far less. But what Nick didn’t know is that he had already been spotted—not by a soldier but by a young boy who had been quietly trapping monkeys in the forest. When he saw Nick, he quickly ran to tell his parents, and just like that, Nick’s fate was sealed.

Unfortunately, considering who the little boy’s parents were, this was pretty much the same thing as telling the Vietcong of Nick’s whereabouts. Actually, it only meant that his demise would be postponed a few more hours, at the most, until soldiers could be summoned.

For now Nick rested, safely hidden on the bank above the river. A lone monkey sat absolutely still on a branch high above him, not sure what was going to happen next.

With a few hours to wait before it was dark enough to leave, Nick began to doze off. He was tired, but then the Holy Name entered his mind like a soothing breeze. It was just a matter of time. Within minutes he was fast asleep—the inflated raft camouflaged under some branches.

Chapter 13 - Great Falls, Virginia

“Hi Blake, glad I got hold of you.”

“Hey, what a pleasant surprise. Nice to talk to you again, Major Sutton, and what timing because I just walked into the house.”

“Well that’s great, Blake. How about if I pick you up in two hours and take you out for some of that famous Italian food you like so much—you know, over at that restaurant in Potomac where we ate last time.”

“Sound great, I’ll be ready. I’m starving. I’ve been out all day with my friends over at the Falls.”

“OK, in about two hours. I’ll try to make it sooner.”

The waiter placed their food on the table. It was so hot you could see steam rising off their plates. Virgin olive oil had been poured in a flat stoneware plate—bits of garlic, basil and oregano floating on top. A basket of French bread was covered by a checkered cloth and the wine was poured from a bottle of 1978 Secco-Bertani. Not the best wine in the world but at 45 dollars a bottle, Sutton wanted something nice. Blake was eager to try the bread.

“I hope that salad didn’t fill you up. You know it’s only fair that I leave you half.”

Laughing, “Hey, you don’t have to worry about that Major Sutton. Man does this look good! I just love their stuffed eggplant parmesan.”

“Oh yeah, it’s hard to beat good Italian food.”

Sutton reached for the salt and pepper. “Blake, I want to ask you a big favor.”

“What’s that Major Sutton? Do you want me to take you mountain climbing?”

“No Blake, I’m way too old for that. Actually, I want you to accompany me to Minneapolis. I want you to come with me when I give the letter to Nick’s wife. I talked this over with General Samm and we both think it’s best that I see her personally. After all, no one is closer to this thing than I am. And you were there, too.

Setting his fork down, trying to comprehend what he just heard, “Well—sure—I guess. Sure—I’d be glad to go but I must say that this is a real surprise.”

“I understand Blake, but—you know—considering the turn of events, this whole thing has become more complex than either of us ever imagined. And we’ve become pretty good friends. Honestly, this isn’t something that I’m exactly looking forward to doing alone. I would really appreciate you coming along. And don’t worry about money—that’s all taken care of.

Blake sat up a little straighter. “When do you want to go?”

“This Friday, if it’s OK—we’ll fly. I’ve already made reservations. Look, we should be back on Saturday—Sunday at the latest. We owe this to her. And look, I know you were talking about taking that job over at TRW but if we can just get this last thing out of the way, this will be it—for good.”

“Of course I will, Major. Nick’s wife needs to know that we found him. Well, I mean, not exactly found him but we do know what happened to him and we did find his dog tag and that letter.”

“That’s right, Blake. Everyone needs to bury their dead at some point. We can only imagine how much she has suffered over the years.”

The French bread looked delicious and Sutton reached for another piece. It felt warm in his hand.

“And what about their daughter, Mr. Sutton. Wasn’t her name Mary?”

“Maria, I think. Same thing. Yeah, well, she’s probably all grown up and married by now. She’s just about your age. Tell me Blake, why aren’t you married? Do you have a girlfriend? I hope you don’t mind me asking.”

“No, that’s alright. I just haven’t found the right girl, yet. Well, I did once. When I was twenty one. I was engaged to the most wonderful girl anyone could ever imagine. But one day she was killed. You know—a car accident. Some guy didn’t see her. Said the sun was in his eyes.”

“Jesus, Blake, I am sorry to hear that. Damn, I wish I hadn’t asked.”

“Oh, that’s OK. You know—that was a long time ago—almost four years.”

Sutton looked self-conscious. No matter where he turned to in his mind, only tragedies looked back.

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Chapter 14 - Maria

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“There you are! Our plane leaves in 15 minutes.”

Blake nodded as he walked over to the magazine rack, thinking that he’d spotted a new issue of, Climbing.

A few minutes later: “Find something to read?

“Yeah… I can’t believe it—there’s Kettle Mountain right on the cover.” Blake flipped through the pages until he found the article: Rock Climbers Tackle the Adirondacks.

“Wow, where’s that?”

“Isn’t that incredible? It’s located in the Adirondacks, near a little town called, Minerva. There’s a picture of Kettle Mountain on the other page, where some of the best rock slabs are located.”

“Sounds like you’ve been there.”

“Oh yeah. My rock climbing club has been there a half dozen times. I’m the one who told them about it because Kettle Mountain was where my dad went deer hunting when he was a teenager, back in the early 60s. Then, after Vietnam my mother took us kids up there every summer. She told me that since this had been my father’s favorite place, that the easiest way to remember him was to enjoy the same things that he did, and just like she said, when I’m up there fishing on the Boreas River or up by Huntley Pond I can feel my dad inside me.”

Enjoying each others company and plenty of time to just sit back and relax during their flight, Blake promised to take Sutton fishing on the Boreas as soon as they could both get away.

It was 10:30 a.m. when their Northwest flight landed in Minneapolis. Only 15 minutes late. About an hour later a taxi dropped them off at their hotel. The weather was perfect.

“Let’s go to the desk and check-in before we get some lunch. You’ve got your own room.”

Blake followed, somewhat excited with the new surroundings. He had never been to Minneapolis. “Here’s your key—I just have to freshen up my uniform and make a call.” “Sure, no problem. See you then—I’ll be sitting over there.”

Inside his room Sutton removed his uniform from the suitcase. Now that he was retired he seldom wore it but today he was going to. He just had to let it hang for a while. He got out a small spray bottle and filled it with hot water from the tap. An old army trick. A light spray and a few minutes to dry out, and all the wrinkles would be gone. That ten pounds he has just lost in Laos made the uniform fit just right.

Sutton found Blake sitting in the lounge, thumbing through his magazine. “Come on Blake, let’s go to the cafe and get a bite to eat.”

“Good idea, I’m hungry.”

They each ordered the same thing—a club sandwich with French fries and ice tea.

“Blake, I decided not to call. Cold feet I guess. Look, after we eat, let’s just rent a car and go on over there. We can probably give the letter to Nick’s wife and explain the whole thing in about an hour. Maybe later we’ll catch a movie or something.”

“Whatever you think is best, Major. I know this isn’t an easy thing to do.”

“Well, you’re right about that but it has to be done.”

“742 E. Conrad—our directions say it should be around the corner somewhere.” Blake studied the map intensely.

“There it is Blake. That brick house with the fancy windows.”

Sutton slowed down and pulled the Ford to the curb. “Well Blake, let’s hope she’s home. Come on, we’ll knock on the door.”

Looking at the fancy railings as he stood at the front steps, Blake could feel his heart begin to race. Repelling down the side of a mountain was easier than this. Now he knew why Sutton had wanted him to come along. This was something that no one should have to do alone.

Sutton opened the screen door. He wasn’t sure if he should knock on the door or tap the small lion’s-head knocker to announce their presence. He reached out and knocked three times.

For a few moments both men stood perfectly still, each listening for someone inside to come to the door. There—the glass on the front door began to slightly shimmer ever so slightly. Someone was coming.

Blake’s eyes were glued to the door handle when it suddenly turned. He wondered what Eleni would look like. “Yes, can I help you?”

Sutton seemed to be standing a little straighter and what he said next he must have rehearsed in his mind a hundred times. “Good afternoon. We may have the wrong address but I was wondering if you know Eleni Fotis. I think she used to live here and we have something to give her.”

The lady at the door stepped forward, backing them both up a few steps. “Eleni Fotis is my mother but I’m sorry, she died three weeks ago. Perhaps I can help you. My name is Maria Fotis. I’m her daughter. Excuse me, I see you’re from the Army base. Please, won’t you come in?”

Once inside, Maria motioned for the two men to sit. “I have some hot coffee on the stove. How do you gentlemen take yours?”

“Oh, that’s OK—please, we don’t want to intrude anymore than we have.” Sutton’s pleading seemed to go unnoticed because Maria was already half way to the kitchen.

Realizing the situation, Sutton turned to Blake and spoke. “Blake, how about you, how do you want your coffee?”

“Just some water, thank you.”

Turning around, “And you, Sir? Cream? Sugar?”

“Just black. Thank you.”

While Maria was preparing their drinks, Blake’s mind began to race like mad. It had never crossed his mind that Nick’s wife would be dead. Sutton was thinking the same thing. He had calculated that she would be in her 40s. She had just passed away. No wonder the Army didn’t tell me.

Looking around the room, Blake tried to calm down. The room looked inviting—a Holy Bible was open on a small table. There was also a drawing of a young girl hanging on the wall. Impressed, Blake wondered who she was—obviously an expensive piece of art that her mother must have bought. Maybe it was Maria when she was a young girl.

Beyond the edges of the Oriental rug that decorated the living room, Blake could see the hardwood floors extending outward to the flowered walls. By itself the room had a soothing effect on him.

When Maria returned, Sutton was the first to stand, immediately followed by Blake. “Excuse me, I didn’t introduce us. I am Major Sutton and this is Blake—Blake Turner. And of course we’re very sorry to hear about your mother. We didn’t know.”

“Gentleman, thank you. My mother died in her sleep.”

“Miss Fotis, again, we are very very sorry. We just didn’t know.”

Blake wasn’t the only one caught by surprise. He could hear it in Sutton’s voice.

“Please gentlemen, call me Maria. Now please sit down.”

Sutton was charmed. “If I may, Maria, the reason we were looking for your mother is to give her some things that belonged to her husband—I mean, your father. You see, a few weeks ago Blake and I were over in Vietnam. We were trying to locate a missing bomber when we accidentally found some items that belonged to him.” Maria stood motionless. Now there were three people in the room trying to grasp the events unfolding before them.

Sutton stretched out his hand, handing her a brown envelope. Sutton had stopped talking but then continued.

“Actually, Blake is the one who found these things. There are also some photographs.”

Blake finally spoke a few words. “And your father’s dog tag is there.” Maria looked up at Blake—a sad expression on her face—tears filling her eyes. Blake reached in his back pocket and handed her his handkerchief.

After taking a few minutes to examine everything, Maria then gathered herself and spoke. “Well, I don’t know what to say, gentlemen. This is such a surprise and the letter looks like its going to take a awhile to read.”

Sutton set his cup in the saucer and told her that, yes, the letter was long. Blake just sat there looking at Maria. His heart went out to her. She had lost her father and now her mother. He even felt some guilt. He didn’t like stirring up painful memories in anyone. Blake started to speak.

“Maria, we are extremely sorry to hear about your mother. I wish we had known so we could have said things differently. Would you like us to come back later this evening after you have had a chance to read the letter?”

“Yes. Please gentlemen—please come back for dinner. I’ll have it ready at six.”

Neither Sutton nor Blake said, no. Neither of them wanted to disappoint her. “Sure Maria. We’ll be here at six.” Maria acknowledged Sutton’s words with a smile and all three seemed to rise at once. Blake and Sutton slowly walked over to the door. Blake took one last look at the picture on the wall.

Inside the car, Sutton let out a loud breath of air. “My God does that woman look like her mother! Just seeing her makes this whole thing unreal. I mean, the last time I saw her mother and Nick together—I just can’t get over how much they look alike.”

“Well, Major Sutton, I don’t know what to say but I do know we did the right thing. I just wish we had known about her mother.”

Dinner was delicious. It was obvious that Maria was an exceptional cook. Later she served them coffee and a delicious layered cake.

They took their deserts to the living room; Blake trying not to spill anything. “What a great dinner! Thank you. You’re a mighty fine cook.”

Sutton was just about to say more when Maria quickly said, “You’re more than welcome. I am glad you liked everything.”

She then continued. “Gentlemen, I read the letter after you left and I appreciate you telling me how you both found it. But I want you to explain to me why you think my father is dead? How can you be so sure? How can anybody be sure? You admit that you never found his body and you can see by reading his letter that he was alive and healthy.”

Since she was looking directly at Sutton when she spoke these words, the Major replied. “But Maria, you can’t possibly believe that after all these years your father is still alive. He would have come here. You know that. He had that lifeboat and was going to float down a river as soon as he could.”

“Yes, I know he said that but still, that doesn’t mean he’s dead. What if, for some unknown reason he was never able to get out of Laos? That could have happened. None of us know for sure.”

Tormented by what he was hearing, Sutton then said, “But Maria, obviously the river didn’t save him and even if he wanted to turn around, can you imagine how far he would have floated from where he started? Maria—Blake and I were just over there. Those rivers are moving at a pretty fast clip. I just know from experience that after he spent a couple of days in the water—why, a hundred miles could have easily gone by.

Blake could see that Maria’s words were having an impact on Sutton and could sense his frustration growing. He could also see the same glimmer of hope flickering upon Maria’s words that he had once felt for Jill, as his girlfriend lay dying in the hospital after being hit. Yes—Blake knew what hope was. Now he could see that same kind of hope still alive in Maria. It was something that he could never discourage, no matter what the odds.

Maria continued to speak. But now as she spoke—perceiving Blake’s faith in her—she looked straight at him. “Please, in my father’s letter. I believe that he might be alive.”

Sutton couldn’t keep quite any longer. “No Maria, it is not possible. How can your father still be alive? Where would he be? Think how long it has been. You’re just working yourself up for nothing.”

“I know you must think I’m a fool but I simply refuse to give up just because you found this letter and his dog tag. My father could still be alive.”

Maria reached out and grabbed Nick’s letter off the end table. “Look, right here I see clues. This friend of his, Rama, and what’s the name of that temple where everyone’s from? Yes, right here: Angkor Wat.

“Gentlemen, I know this sound impossible, but what if nothing else—what if Rama is still alive? Isn’t that possible? He wasn’t a soldier. He could have gone home to this place after the war. He could still be there and if we could talk to him, he could tell us what happened to my father. What’s so wrong with that?” Again she looked straight into Blake’s eyes as she asked the question.

The flight back to Washington was a lot different from the flight they had just taken to Minneapolis. “I’m going to take her, Major. I know you don’t agree with her, but I do. I mean—at least I see a slight possibility. OK, chances are overwhelming that we’re not going to find her father but you have to admit—Rama—he might be alive. So I think there’s a possibility that we could either find him or find someone who knows him. When you consider that we just went all the way to Vietnam—believing that we might find that bomber—and we did all of that on a heck of a lot less evidence than we have now—I just feel that we need to pursue this to the very end.” Not angry at Sutton, Blake looked at him for a sign that would tell him what to do next.

“Blake, you’re right. In some strange way there’s a chance. And Blake, there’s another thing. Something I never told you and the rest of the guys after I read Nick’s letter. Son, I think I should tell you now. There’s a dimension to this whole affair that I need to tell you. I would have told you all back there in the jungle but until now I just didn’t see how it would help.”

“What is it, Major?” Over the intercom the Captain announced they would be landing in 20 minutes—more than enough time for Sutton to tell Blake about Shining Brass and the American soldiers that had been abandoned in Vietnam—in other words: the Dirty Little Secret.

“Blake, before I tell you, there’s one more thing. You know that General Samm isn’t going to pay for this one. If we’re going to Cambodia then it’s up to us to get there.”

“Yes Sir, I’ve been thinking about that. I’m going to talk to my father.”

“No, don’t worry. You’ve heard about all the money us old bachelors have tucked away for rainy days. Well, the rain has started to fall.” He then began to tell his young friend the saddest story of his life.

Sutton dropped Blake off at his house. It was just about time to call Maria. Blake had promised to call. She wanted to know what he and Sutton had talked about on their way back to Washington. In his mind’s eye Blake could see her dark hair and her beautiful smile.

She was a brave woman and he liked that about her. She wasn’t afraid to hope for the impossible. Plus she had expressed her concerns well. There was some logic there. She was also able to see clues that he and Sutton had totally missed. In fact, one, right after the other, there seemed to be a whole string of clues that they had missed. The more he thought about her, the more he wanted to help her.

“Hello, Maria? Yes, we made it back safely. Yeah, it’s raining pretty hard. Well, thank you, it was a real pleasure meeting you. No, I don’t think that. In fact, the more I think about what you said the more I agree with you. And Major Sutton has come around, too. Yes, he is a good person. I agree. That’s right, he wants to come with us. Believe me, Maria, Major Sutton wants to help you with all his heart. He was the one who sent your father to Vietnam in the first place and he doesn’t want to leave any stone unturned. It just took him a little longer to shake off his belief that your dad is no longer alive. Yes, I do believe you. You’re 100% right. There’s still a chance.

“By the way, that drawing in your living room. Yes, the girl. Oh, you drew it! I see. No, I had no idea. I thought maybe your mother had bought it. Well, in that case you are a very talented artist. I really like it. Yes, someday I would like to see more.

OK, I’ll call you tomorrow. Good night.

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A few months later Sutton held the three tickets in his hand, but just for a moment. Satisfied that everything was in order he returned them to his vest pocket. Who doesn’t double check at least once to see that their airline tickets are indeed where they’re suppose to be? Leaning back in his seat he looked across the terminal toward the food court. Inside the coffee shop he could see Blake and Maria putting the final touches on the three cups of hot coffee they had offered to fetch.

Looking at Blake and Maria, Sutton didn’t have any proof except for the obvious. It was the way they stood close to each other. Yeah, that was it. Maria and Blake were getting close. Sutton couldn’t help but notice that they seemed to be made for each other. It was an observation that Sutton not only noticed, but enjoyed watching.

So far it had taken a good two months of planning to bring them this far. Together they had agreed to give themselves four weeks in Cambodia. If they were going to find Rama then it had to be within the allotted time that their tourist visas allowed. Every possibility had been thought of and if events dictated that they had to stay longer, Sutton had secured assets for that scenario, too. Visa extensions were possible through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Back in Minneapolis, Maria had made arrangements with her doctor for all the shots she needed. Blake and Sutton had already been immunized as part of their original trip to Vietnam. Together, both Sutton and Blake made a list of items they should each bring—now securely packed in their luggage.

Two days of constant traveling passed slowly, mostly spent at 35,000 feet—more than enough time for both Maria and Blake to finish the paperbacks they had brought with them. It was a pleasant surprise to discover how much they both enjoyed to read. Maria was reading, The Deed of Paksenarrion by Elizabeth Moon.

At last the final leg forThai Airway International arrived—only a few minutes left before setting down on the runway at Pochentong International Airport. Maria tugged on Blake’s arm to share the view from her window seat. Sutton sat across the center aisle and was finishing his conversation with the guy who sat next to him.

Once on the ground and their luggage safe, Major Sutton immediately exchanged a substantial sum of U.S. dollars into riels while Blake and Maria stood outside the main terminal holding a cab. Soon the three of them were on their way through the streets of Phnom Penh, none of them exactly sure what the future held.

Pulling her camera out, Maria was obviously thrilled by what she was seeing and tried to capture everything right out of the taxi’s open window. Before she knew it she had managed to shoot nearly a dozen photos before the driver pulled up to their hotel—pictures that would one day go into a very special photo album.

Roughly forty minutes from the airport, the Hotel Cambodiana is one of the best hotels in all of Cambodia and offered comfort comparable to 5-star hotels in other Southeast Asian countries.

Besides that, it has the best location, offering outstanding views of the Mekong, Tonle Sap and Bassac rivers. It’s also a short walk to the Royal Palace. At least for their first night’s stay in Cambodia, Sutton had arranged for the best—reflecting his deep desire that their adventure start off on a good note.

“No, you two go by yourselves. I’m gong to visit the bar and check out all the beautiful ladies I’ve been seeing.”

“Are you sure Major Sutton,” Blake asked, almost sounding like his son?

“Positive, you two get going. I’m just teasing. A couple of beers and it’s bed time for me.”

Maria held on to Blake’s arm, turning to wave back at Major Sutton. The two of them felt like newly arrived tourist at Disneyland—except this was for real. Walking down Sisowath Quay, they took one of the local streets to the left so that Maria could take some candid shots of a typical afternoon in Phnom Penh, the capital city of Cambodia.

With all the intrigue and planning that had consumed them over the past few months, the opportunity to just get out and see the sights was more than welcome. For the rest of the day they could put the Vietnam War, her father, Rama and Angkor Wat out of their minds and just have fun. It was obvious that they were falling in love. As evening approached, a lovely Cambodian sunset greeted them.

Back at their hotel, Blake and Maria sat down in a romantic restaurant. A sign announced that later there would be live music. Maria asked Blake if he could dance. Over dinner they talked about all the things they had just seen and the way the people lived. Blake said that he especially liked the sunset.

Meanwhile, Sutton had found a comfortable seat at the bar. He found the local beer very refreshing. Instead of pulling out one of his own cigars, Sutton opted for something more exotic which turned out to be good choice. Turning in early, Sutton fell asleep in his room, exhausted from the day’s events. Two hours later, Blake stood outside Maria’s door. He held both her hands. Her touch and her eyes said, yes. Their first kiss said forever.

Early the next morning, just like they had agreed, everyone was packed and ready for their short flight to Siem Reap—a small town 125 miles north of Phnom Penh.

What makes Siem Reap such an attractive tourist destination are the many ancient temples that are found there, all part of the massive Angkor Wat complex.

Located on Wat Bo street, Sutton had made reservations at the Mekong Angkor Hotel—more than sufficient, even though some renovations were underway. Their arrival was promptly announced by two monkeys who were making a loud racket hoping to entice someone into giving them a piece of fruit.

Just after eleven, the three of them walked into the Banyan Tree Restaurant, ready to plan out the day’s first adventure into the ruins of Angkor Wat. The waiter placed a pot of hot tea on the table, handing each of them a menu, written in both French and English. As they sat waiting for their lunch, Sutton began to speak.

“Last night I had an interesting discussion with the bartender.

He’s retired U.S. Army and has been living in Cambodia with his wife for six years. And by the way, one thing he cautioned me about was to avoid wandering around the countryside by ourselves. He said there’s still some unrest.”

“All right, do you see what I mean, Major? If still—after all this time it is too dangerous for us to travel about freely then perhaps there are good reasons why my father never came home.”

Sutton and Blake both nodded in agreement. Neither of them wanted to discourage her. Yes, her argument was sound. They couldn’t deny that and if there was any way, they were going to do their best to find him.

Sutton looked at Maria and began to speak, “You’re absolutely right, Maria—to imagine your father just walking out of Vietnam, or wherever he ended up, would have been darn near impossible. I promise you, we’re going to give the next four weeks our very best effort at finding someone who can answer your questions.”

Blake then turned to Major Sutton. “You know, Major, the more I think about it, we really don’t know what happened to Maria’s father. Sure, more than 20 years have gone by but what if he had gone back to the monastery? I know that he didn’t mention that in his letter, but how do we really know what happened?”

As Blake and the Major talked, Maria’s eyes grew moist with tears. “All I know is that my father is over here, somewhere. He probably died a long time ago but if there’s any chance that he’s alive, then let’s try to find him—or a least find out what happened to him.”

Sutton’s nod of encouragement was heartfelt and again the Major began to speak. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. Blake, you have the maps and Maria, you have volunteered to keep track of everywhere we go—and take lots of pictures. Film is not a problem. So right after we eat, we begin.”

Looking at his watch, Sutton saw that they had plenty of time. “I’ve rented a guide for as long as we need him. He is going to drive us around to the various temples. I told him to meet us outside in about an hour but remember, this place covers almost eighty square miles. So we’ve got a lot of exploring to do. He speaks several languages and will do most of the talking for us. He told me that some of the ruins are seldom visited, except by the local monks, while others are very popular with the tourists. OK, so we can’t ignore anything. When we spot a monk we’ll have our guide ask him if he knows Rama or has heard of anything that might lead us to him.”

“What about the guide, has he heard anything about my father?

“I’m sorry, Maria, that’s the first thing I asked. He doesn’t know anything. But he did say that Rama is a fairly common name in these parts. Something about some ancient King and a famous monkey. I’m afraid this is going to complicate things a bit.” Sutton reached for the menu. “I don’t know about you guys but I’m famished.”

“Well, don’t forget to have him mention, Suryavarman when he asks. We have to try everything.”

Maria then said, “Major Sutton, when I was buying some film I heard one of the tourist say they saw some monks at Ta Prohm. He told me the place was a photographer’s dream come true.”

Even as Maria was speaking, Blake had opened a map on the table. Sutton leaned over to look. As Maria sat smiling at the two men, Blake noticed the waitress approaching. “Um, looks good.”

A few hours later the mysterious ruins of Ta Prohm seemed to mirror the exact mystery of what had happened to Maria’s father; both unfathomable. Having barely even heard of Angkor Wat and its temples strewn across the jungle floor, what they saw before them left everyone almost speechless. How could they have been so naive to ever think they could explore such an immense place in four weeks? And this was just one of the hundreds of temples that Angkor Wat was waiting to reveal. Understanding her foolishness, Maria began to quietly pray, asking God to help them find the impossible.

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As Nick slept under a cover of leaves, a tribe of monkeys kept a silent vigil. It was about two hours later that one of their lookouts spotted the intruder—slowly—creeping—making its way to where Nick had concealed himself. Whatever it was, the monkeys had seen it before. It moved like a killer. That’s what the monkeys feared the most. The jungle was full of various hunters—each one able to kill in so many horrible ways.

Well hidden, at this particular point in time the furthest thing from Nick’s mind was any kind of trouble. This is why he had allowed himself to fall asleep.

Regardless of whatever plan Nick had in mind, or how many leaves he had piled on top of himself and his raft, quietly the intruder moved forward—closer and closer to where Nick slept. Several of the monkeys climbed higher to escape what was about to happen.

Stopping just an arm’s length away, the intruder slowly reached out until contact was made.

In an instant, from the very core of his being, a bolt of terror raced through Nick’s soul, almost killing him from fright—right then and there.

The intruder quickly spoke, “Nick, it’s me, Rama. Hurry, wake up—don’t make any noise—you’re in danger!”

Chapter 16 – Siem Reap – Ta Prohm

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Johnny (as he preferred being called) stood outside his taxi (as he preferred to call it), motioning for Maria to take the front seat, leaving Blake and Sutton the back.

“Oh no,” Sutton interrupted, “Maria, you sit in back with Blake. I need to sit up front so I can tell our good friend here where to take us.” A slight disappointment washed over Johnny’s face but Maria just laughed at Sutton, well aware of his real intentions.

A second later their guide was back on track, beginning his new assignment by pointing out that many of the ruins were being restored while others were still overgrown—just as André Malraux had found them in 1923. Although Malraux was expelled from Cambodia for looting Angkor Wat’s ancient sculptures, he would return years later as the French, Minister of Culture.

As their taxi began leaving Siem Reap, from his window Blake could see two girls playing in the river. “Look over there.”

Maria asked Johnny to stop for a second so that she could take their picture. Happy with her results, they continued on their way.

Angkor Thom, Ta Prohm, Siem Reap, Preah Khan, Preah Neak Pean, and Pre Rup—by the end of their first week, Jimmy had taken his new clients to many of the major temples surrounding Angkor Wat. After days of blank stares from the occasional monks, they had stopped. Johnny drove them back to the Banyan Tree Restaurant for dinner, everyone a bit disappointed and definitely tired.

About two hours later, Sutton suggested that Blake and Maria take in the local sights while he planned to check out the bar and find something to read. And sure enough, it didn’t take long for Maria to pull out her camera again, this time taking a picture of two large elephants waiting for their next customers.

Turning to Blake with a big smile, Maria began to tell him an amusing story she had once heard. “In high school I actually memorized a poem by John Saxe that I recited to my eleventh-grade English class. It’s about an elephant. Want to hear it?”

“Sure I do—but wait. Do you really think you can remember it?” he said, squeezing her hand. That was a long time ago!”

Laughing—”Of course I can remember it.” With a big smile on her face and clearing her throat to mimic a serious poet, Maria then began to speak:

It was six men of Indostan; to learning much inclined; who went to see the Elephant; though all of them were blind; that each by observation might satisfy his mind

The First approached the Elephant; and happening to fall; against his broad and sturdy side; at once began to bawl: “God bless me! but the Elephant; is very like a wall!

* The Second, feeling of the tusk; cried, “Ho! what have we here; so very round and smooth and sharp? To me ’tis mighty clear; this wonder of an Elephant is very like a spear!

* The Third approached the animal and happening to take; the squirming trunk within his hands; thus boldly up and spake: I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant is very like a snake!”

* The Fourth reached out an eager hand; and felt about the knee; “What most this wondrous beast is like; is might plain,” quoth he; “‘Tis clear enough the Elephant; is very like a tree!”

* The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear; said: “E’en the blindest man; can tell what this resembles most; deny the fact who can; this marvel of an Elephant; is very like a fan!”

* The Sixth no sooner had begun; about the beast to grope; than, seizing on the swinging tail; that fell within his scope; “I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant; is very like a rope!”

* And so these men of Indostan; disputed loud and long; each in his own opinion; exceeding stiff and strong; though each was partly in the right; and all were in the wrong!

* So oft in theologic wars; the disputants, I ween; rail on in utter ignorance; of what each other mean, and prate about an Elephant; not one of them has seen!

Giving a graceful bow as she finished, Blake gave her a big hand as they both laughed and laughed. “Wow! Now that was really impressive. I hope your teacher gave you an “A” for that—and my God, what a memory you have.”

“Why thank you. I don’t know. It just comes natural for me. My mother said I got it from my father who was one in a million.”

“Oh, look at that. Take another picture. Are you thirsty?”

“Yes, thank you very much."

Maria continued: "I wonder if they have any ice? And yes, what a great poem. The elephant appeared different to each of them—presenting himself in many ways—although he is one. I think religion is like that. God has appeared throughout history with so many faces and yet He is one.”

Motioning for the vendor to keep the change, Blake said, “Yeah, but sadly—just like the different blind men who were so positive about THEIR elephant—too often, mankind demands that HIS religion is the only way—even quite willing to kill those who disagree.”

As Maria and Blake drank their water they both sensed the awkwardness of the entire subject of whose religion is right and whose is wrong. Taking the lead, Blake took Maria’s hand and headed back to their hotel to find Major Sutton. Soon they were both laughing again.

“Maria, there he is. Go ahead, take his picture. I don’t think he even sees us.”

Maria pulled out her long lens, smiling as she realized what a great picture she was about to take—another photo for an album she had already organized in her head. Slowly she lifted her camera and pointed it at Major Sutton. Maria liked to take spontaneous shots like this, passing on pre-arranged poses. Plus, this created for a lot of surprises down the road when it was time to show her friends the finished album.

“There you two are! Did you have a nice walk. I’ve just been sitting here reading up on history of Angkor Wat.”

Although they were unhappy with the results of their first week, one thing was clear; Angkor Wat was a massive complex of temples and relics, perfectly capable of hiding anything or anyone. They felt they had hardly scratched the surface—certainly no reason to give up but the sheer size of the place was a sobering reminder of how difficult it was going to be.

The next morning, breakfast was served at eight. Only a few tables were occupied. Their waitress was a Cambodian girl about nineteen years old with a friendly smile. Without even asking, hot tea was set on the table.

“How did everyone sleep?”

“Just fine, Major. Thank you.” Maria nodded in agreement.

“Well, good. By the way, today we’re going to check out the oldest monuments around here They’re called, The Rolous Group. Here—let me read from this little book I got from the gift shop.” Maria adjusted her seat, waiting for Major Sutton to continue.

“I probably won’t pronounce these names right, but here goes: ‘The Rolous Group is a collection of monuments representing the remains of Hariharalaya, the first major capital of the Angkorian-era Khmer Empire. It has become known as the ‘Rolous Group’ due to its proximity to the modern town of Rolous. The ancient capital was named for Hari-Hara, a synthesis of the Hindu gods, Shiva and Vishnu.'”

Setting her cup on the table, Maria looked at Major Sutton and said, “I just find it so interesting that Angkor Wat was built to honor a religion so far away. I was reading last night that New Delhi is well over 2000 miles from here. I guess I never knew the full scope of India’s influence around the world.”

Reaching for more tea, Blake said, “You’re absolutely right, Maria. I think this place holds a lot more information about the past than any of us really know.”

Also pouring more tea, Major Sutton said, “I don’t know about you two, but as far as Angkor Wat is concerned, what I want to know is where did all the stone blocks come from? They’re everywhere—in every imaginable shape and size. I even tried to lift one the other day and my God, it almost broke my back—and I didn’t even try to move a large one.”

Laughing, Blake then added, “And have you noticed how Angkor Wat seems to have been constructed on a flat, watery plain? I just don’t see any natural rocks around here to have provided for all of this. Maria, remember those pictures you took yesterday? I mean, those were not just field-stones that the builders of Angkor Wat found lying around on the ground. No—I agree ...Major Sutton is talking about stones that were purposefully cut into different shapes. So I’m with Major Sutton. Where did they come from and what kind of technology did these people have?”

Maria placed her cup on the table and then said, “I guess the rocks came from the mountains and were brought here on boats—but the Major’s right—there seems to be millions of them. Even if the rocks came from the mountains by boat, that doesn’t explain how such an ancient civilization was able to cut them into all those different shapes.”

Blake handed the tourist book back to Major Sutton. “Well, we don’t want to underestimate ancient civilization. I don’t know how they cut these blocks, either, but as we can see, they sure knew how. In my last year at college I remember reading that in Bolivia they found a 130-ton block of stone in a place called, Pumapunka. I mean, they found all kinds of these stones—large and small—cut out of the hardest rock known to man. Professor Miller said they were milled about 2500 years ago with such precise grooves and shapes that we don’t have the slightest clue as to how they did it. And not only were they somehow able to cut these stones, they also managed to transport them 10 miles up a steep incline!

As everyone stood up to leave, Blake reached down for his pack. “Well, on that note let’s go look at some more rocks and hopefully find someone who can help us.”

With everyone smiling at each other, Blake, Sutton and Maria went outside to find their guide. Waiting for Johnny to fill up with gas, Maria looked at Major Sutton and asked, “Was there anything else interesting in that book?”

“Well—another article mentioned that besides the obvious connection between India and its famous story about churning an Ocean of Milk, other stories from India can be discovered here, too. It’s an interesting article but I have no idea what these stories mean.”

“Well Major, if we find an Ocean of Milk, that picture will be worth a million dollars!” Everyone began to laugh as Sutton continued.

“Yes, and it mentions that besides Angkor Wat and the Ocean of Milk, it also said that if you know where to look you can see an army of monkeys, led by their fearless leader, Hanuman. His army helped Lord Ramachandra defeat someone called Ravana, who had kidnapped Rama’s wife, Sita. There is supposed to be some book called the Ramayana that tells the whole story. Truly, what an amazing place we have found—no wonder Johnny told me that Rama is such a common name. Seriously, I had no idea that any of this even existed.”

Maria put her hand on her camera. “Yes Major, we have a lot more to see. We just have to keep asking—that’s all.

Again, Maria’s resolve was most welcome and both Blake and Sutton were pleased that her spirits were in good shape. Most of all they admired her attitude. She knew that the chances of finding her father alive were next to nil and if they didn’t find him, she was more than willing to accept that, too. Besides her levelheadedness, Maria’s beauty was just breathtaking. Looking at her, Sutton couldn’t but help but notice, again, what a handsome couple Blake and Maria made—both young and ready to take on the world.

The 90-minute drive to the Preah Khan Temple was their next stop. To get there they drove past many of the sights and sounds that mark this part of the world in the most unforgettable way—covered markets with their baskets of bananas; wooden houses resting elegantly on their timber stilts; rice paddies; women making palm sugar treats; two boys playing marbles next to one of the local taxis. Again, Johnny was more than willing to slow down so that Maria could take a picture whenever she saw something she liked.

After about two hours of exploring without any new leads, Sutton decided that they should take a few minutes to see if the Ta Prohm temple had more to offer. They had been there on their first outing but Sutton felt their timing had been off. Finally, if Ta Prohm proved to be a dead end, there were other sites he wanted to visit. Johnny started the taxi and slowly turned onto the road.

One thing held true, no matter where they went, the entire area was steeped in beautiful scenery. Finally stepping out of their taxi, once again they entered the ruins at Ta Prohm: pale gum trees emerging from vaulted-stone rooftops greeted their arrival. But on the other hand, root-laced bas-reliefs and piles of broken pillars firmly blocked their way. True chaos has a kind of innate perfection and nowhere on Earth is it better expressed than in Angkor Wat.

Someone once observed that colors in nature never clash. A true ruin displays this same mysterious, unerring aesthetic. Every element seems in place. Turmoil becomes delightful destruction, pleasing to the eye.

Performing flawlessly, Johnny had faithfully taken them to wherever they wanted to go. In the distance, Blake could see him patiently waiting to take them to their next destination but time was running out.

At least there were now a few monks to speak to and as Maria approached one of them, naturally he must have thought that she was just another tourist wanting his photograph. But the notion that she was just another tourist was soon dispelled when Johnny was sent over to ask about Rama and her father. The question was followed by a lively discussion between the two men. It seemed that Johnny was demanding something. Phnom Damrei was the only thing that any of them could make out, being repeated at least a dozen times; “Phnom Damrei! Phnom Damrei!“

Sutton took a few step forward. “What’s he saying?”

Johnny turned and pointed in the distance. “He said there’s a village located on Elephant Mountain where they still worship the old way. He said that you should go there and ask.”

Chapter 17 - The Boat

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“Quickly, put everything in the boat.”

“Even the food,” Nick asked?

“Yes, I think that’s best. The gun, too! Leave everything in the boat and push it into the river. When the soldiers find it they will think you’ve drowned.” Rama then did the most remarkable thing. Pulling out a knife he cut his hand and dripped blood on the raft where it would be easily spotted. That would convince the soldiers that whoever was in the raft was no longer alive. That make yourself some hot sauce I got my website was love.

Exactly like he was told to do, Nick gave the raft a push, sending it out into the river. As he watched it float away he could see the blood on it

“Rama, how did you know where I was?" Nick’s eyes filled with tears.

“Nickolas, please forgive us. Surya was worried about you. He told me to follow you, but not to interfere unless to save your life. Nick, we must go now. Soldiers are already looking for you.”

Watching the sudden appearance of the raft on the water below, the monkeys now watched with amazement as the two men disappeared from sight.

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Alone, Sutton walked into the bar and headed straight for the bartender. “Hey, good to see you again. How have you been?”

Sutton smiled and reached out to shake his hand.

“I’m good, how ’bout you? Where are your friends? I thought you were going to Angkor Wat.”

“That’s where we’ve been. Blake and Maria are still there. I’m only here for as long as it takes. Hopefully I’ll fly back to Siem Reap tomorrow. Look, I need to talk to you about something. Is this a good time?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind.”

“But first, let me have a whiskey and one of those Cuban cigars. Thank you.”

“So what’s up? Why did you leave your friends in Angkor Wat?”

Shifting his weight on the stool, Sutton started to speak. “Please—I’ll tell you all about it but right now I need to know how to get a chopper to take me to Elephant Mountain. You’ve got to know people who can help. And if you need money I can pay. But wait, you’re right—I need to tell you why I have to go there.”

“Why in the world would you want to go there? You know, those mountains are rumored to be infested with a bunch of loyal fanatics. Are you out of your mind? You might want to re-think this—seriously!”

“Loyal to who?”

“Well, I don’t think anybody knows for sure but you couldn’t get me to go there for all the tea in China.”

Chapter 19 - Decision Time

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“Hi Major, good to see you. How was everything in Phnom Phen? You weren’t gone very long.”

“Got some good news to tell you, Blake—my goodness, Maria, you look absolutely beautiful today.”

“Well, thank you, Sir, it must be this tropical climate.”

Giving Maria’s hand a gentle squeeze, Sutton then said, “Well, let’s go grab a table and I’ll tell you what I found out.”

“Blake, while I run up to my room and fetch my pack, what about a couple of cold beers? Maria, what will you have?”

A few minutes later Sutton opened his notebook and began to speak. “OK, first the facts: Elephant Mountain and that village is not going to be easy to reach. Most of the area is densely covered with forest and sparsely populated. And another thing I learned is that Elephant Mountain is being protected by some very loyal soldiers. Probably the Khmer Rouge, for all I know. But that’s a good thing because they seem to be keeping the really bad guys out.”

“But I thought the Khmer Rouge were the bad guys.”

“Well Blake, the last thing we want to do is start taking sides. Yes, in the past there have been some horrible things done to the people of Cambodia but let’s not generalize because after all, the Khmer are the major ethnic group in Cambodia and obviously we have been meeting some wonderful Cambodians. All I know is that they have been keeping Elephant Mountain relatively safe and if this is where Maria’s father has been all these years, then I am going to call them my friends.”

Sutton could see the concern spread across Blake’s face. “I understand, Major Sutton. I should have said that differently because I certainly didn’t mean to imply that everyone in Cambodia is somehow responsible for the atrocities that were committed by a minority of evil men. But still, Cambodia is a very dangerous place. Look, I can’t see that any of this is going to be a piece of cake.”

“So, does that mean we can’t look for my father beyond these ruins?”

“No, Maria, but it does mean that I’ve had to get us some help. Remember that bartender I introduced you guys to back in Phnom Phen? The American. Well, that’s the fellow I flew back to see. I explained everything to him and it turns out that he knows this English woman, Judy, who travels all over Cambodia in her own helicopter.

“I met with her and it appears that her husband was a millionaire who left her a bundle after he died. Now she has dedicated her life to running the orphanage that they had started, and the best part is that she is quite willing to fly me to Elephant Mountain.

“Now, I don’t want you two to jump to any conclusions but I think we hit it off pretty good. She had me stay for dinner and gave me a tour of her orphanage.”

Maria reached across the table and took Sutton’s hand. “Oh, that’s wonderful news, Major, but why do you say she’s only willing to take you? Didn’t you tell her about us? We want to go, too.”

“Maria—Blake—I’m afraid it’s just too dangerous and besides, what do we really know? The monk wasn’t even that specific and besides, I was told that there are several villages on Elephant Mountain. Yes, it’s a good lead but that’s all it is. Plus there’s the fact that Cambodia is a bit more dangerous than I was ever told by the State Department. I just think the best thing is for me to go in alone. That will only take a few days and if I find anything I will come right back and get you. Judy said that she’ll pick me up on her way back from a refugee camp she’s scheduled to visit.”

Maria was the next to speak. Her words came out with equal force—her conviction just as strong. “No, Major, I won’t let you go alone! Alright, I admit that I’m not a big explorer and you’ve already seen me take a bad fall. But if you’re going to go into those mountains, then Blake is going with you.”

“That’s right, Major Sutton. You never hesitated to ask me along, before. And if I remember right, the last place you took me was so dangerous that we had to have a small army to escort us—and they carried automatic weapons—and you had a .357.”

“But this is different, Blake. OK, you’re right. When we were searching for the B-52—yes—we had soldiers with us, but here we’re on our own. Don’t you see the danger? It’s just not the same.”

Maria was quicker to respond than Blake, although he tried to speak at the same time. “No Major—Blake and I have talked this over. While you were gone we discussed all the different possibilities that you would be coming back with and this was one of them. No, we’re both together on this.”

Maria continued: “OK, in some places—mostly around the western part of Phnom Phen—fighting occasionally takes place. But as you said, the Khmer are keeping Elephant Mountain safe. And besides, you’re not here as a soldier. This is 1995. This is not 1975. So please, let’s start planning this out with Blake included. We insist. I’ll go meet Judy and work in her orphanage while the two of you are gone.”

Sutton took a deep breath, followed by a long sip of beer. Placing his drink on the table, a big smile broke out on his face. “OK, you two. It’s me and Blake, so let’s check out of here and catch the flight back to Phnom Phen. I think we have about two hours before it leaves.”

All three got up at once. Maria walked over to Sutton and gave him a big hug.

Chapter 20 – The Lotus Orphanage

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“Nice to see you again, Judy. These are my friends I told you about.”

“Hello, I’m very pleased to meet you both. Welcome to the Lotus Orphanage.”

“The pleasure is truly ours. My name is Maria and this is Blake.”

Saying that, Maria reached out and shook Judy's hand. “Nice to meet you Judy.”

Turning to Maria, “The Major tells me that you are looking for your father.”

“Yes. Well—I know it’s probably just wishful thinking but Major Sutton and Blake have been nice enough to put up with me.”

“Oh, that’s nonsense. I’m sure there are plenty of good reasons for your father to be alive. Why else would you have come all the way to Cambodia?”

“Thank you for your kind words. I’m hopeful and yes—there are several good reasons. Major Sutton was telling us about your orphanage. Can you show us around?”

Judy reached out and took Maria’s hand. “Certainly, right after we have some lunch. Perfect timing. Actually our tour will start in the cafeteria.” Blake stepped aside and let Judy lead the way.

The cafeteria was located next to the children's playground what does she want. Inside, rows of small tables and chairs were neatly arranged for the children, who were now just starting to eat. Off to one side was another table for guests—Judy motioning for everyone to sit down.

Chapter 21 – Surya’s Tears

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Suryavarman greeted Nick—this time the tears were in his eyes. “I’m so sorry Nickolas. We didn’t mean to stop you from leaving.”

“No—please—I’m the one who is sorry for putting everyone in such danger. Rama told me what happened. I was such a fool to think that I could just walk out of here. I’m sorry.”

“Nickolas, you needn’t worry about our safety. Our temple is very isolated and far from all the fighting. The soldiers will find the raft and think you fell over in the rapids. And you know how difficult it is to get here. Our sanctuary is perfectly safe. No one has followed you here. You haven’t brought any danger upon us. On the contrary, you have only blessed us. Now come, sit with me. Lunch is almost ready.”

Surya reached out and patted Nick on his shoulders, a gesture of love that pleased everyone who saw it.

Chapter 22 – Elephant Mountain

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The downward draft from the spinning blades sent shock waves through the tall grass. On a small clearing the pilot slowly set the helicopter down.

Judy handed Sutton his pack. The loud noise from the engine and whirling blades made talking impossible. But that was OK. They had already said everything. Judy simply held up three fingers to remind Sutton when she would be back. Blake had already exited the open door. Just as Sutton was about to follow, Judy pulled him back. For a moment she looked at him, letting him know that she cared deeply for his safe return. Sutton reached out and squeezed her hand. Letting go, he took a couple of big steps and within moments was out of sight. The helicopter lifted into the clear sky, the whole affair taking less than a minute. After all, you don’t want to leave a helicopter sitting on the ground in unfamiliar terrain for very long. Everyone knows that.

As soon as Sutton caught up with Blake he took the lead. That was only natural. After a few more yards of running they were at the edge of the jungle, the tall grass finally returning to its normal appearance. Looking down from his lookout a lone monkey sat contemplating the sudden appearance of the two men, wondering what they could possibly want.

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Maria turned to see who was entering the kitchen—warm soap bubbles dripping off her finger tips. It was the orphanage’s general manager, a Cambodian woman full of laughter and an enormous talent for getting things done.

“Have you heard any news?”

“Yes, Maria, we received word from the refugee center last night. Judy said that everything went just fine. She sends you her best.”

“Oh great, I was so worried.”

“We all understand and our prayers are with you. Are you enjoying your work in the kitchen?”

“Yes, thank you for giving me something to do. After these dishes are done I’m going to the market across the street and buy some material to make curtains.”

“I must say that everywhere I turn there is so much to do. Just look at all those ripe bananas! Do you think the children would like some hot banana bread?”

“Oh, the children would enjoy that very much. If everything’s OK, then, I’ll leave you alone. I need to meet with the carpenters.”

“Please do. Don’t let me keep you any longer—I have plenty to do. Thank you for everything.”

“You are most welcome. We are praying for everyone’s safe return.” Thinking about what she would need to make the banana bread, Maria put her hands back into the sink of hot water, reaching for the next dish.

After everything was washed and thinking about the curtains she was going to make, Maria stepped outside, hoping to see the children. Sure enough the yard was full of laughter, something that always brought her enormous happiness.

At first Maria didn’t see this one little girl because she was sitting off to the side. Finally noticing her, Maria’s heart melted. Asking what her name was, she didn’t seem to understand English. Maria wanted to ask if she could take her picture. Returning with her camera, the little girl just stood still and patiently let her take it. This photograph would be one that Maria would cherish forever.

Chapter 24 - Friend or Foe?

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“Blake, quiet—do you see her?”

“Yes, but I’m afraid if we just stand up we’ll scare the daylights out of her. Look, let’s just be still and see which way she goes. Whatever she’s got there, that basket doesn’t look like it can hold anymore. She’s probably heading back to the village.”

As soon as the woman was well out of sight, Sutton and Blake came out from their hiding place, quickly spotting a well-worn trail heading in the exact direction the villager had taken.

Sutton looked at Blake. “All right, this is what we are going to do. Since we don’t have any weapons and we’re not here to hurt anybody, I think our best bet is to walk straight-up that trail with our heads high and when we come to the village, walk right in.”

“You know, Major, that’s exactly what the early mountain men would do when they found an Indian village and the Indians really respected them for that and treated them like honored guests. So you’re right—that’s what we should do, too.”

Sutton smiled as the villagers surrounded them. Several of the men appeared to have weapons by their sides. Looking straight ahead, Sutton then spoke. “Do any of you speak English?”

Chapter 25 - Maria Making Friends

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Similar to other countries in that part of Asia, homeless children present a great challenge to the people of Cambodia. Without any doubt, the Lotus Orphanage was a loving shelter—its loyal staff dedicated to giving them as much care as humanly possible.

Slowly Maria entered where the children were about to take an afternoon nap, carrying a big basket of hot banana-nut bread tucked neatly inside. The room became very quiet. The boys and girls lifted their heads as soon as they sensed someone had come in.

They were all wondering who was this beautiful lady? Glancing at the entire room, the most noticeable thing that Maria saw were all the large brown eyes staring back at her.

Indeed, Maria’s heart seemed to melt the instant all the children looked up at her. One little girl was not even inside but squatting just outside the classroom door; perhaps not even an orphan but simply one of the children from the neighborhood. When Maria looked at her— again she saw two of the most beautiful brown eyes looking back at her.

Placing the basket of bread on a table, Maria walked over to the door where the little girl knelt staring—her hands definitely in need of soap and water if she was going to have some bread with the other children.

“Hi, my name is Maria. What’s yours?” At the same time, she stretched out both her arms with palms open—but she stopped a good five inches from the little girl, letting her decide if she wanted to make friends or not—and sure enough, she did.

Like mother and child, the little girl let go of her rocks and held out her arms, fully trusting that Maria would pick her up. Neither of them were disappointed. With her new friend in her arms, Maria walked over to the rest of the children and said hello. The teacher then reached for the basket and proceeded to give everyone a piece of warm bread while Maria help her little friend wash her hands that were soon holding a piece of warm Banana Nut Bread.

Chapter 26 – The Village

“Does anyone speak English? Does Rama live here?” Sutton looked for a reply.

From the back of the crowd Blake noticed someone approaching. He was a large man dressed in a worn dhoti and was accompanied by at least two dozen men. The villagers moved aside to let them through.

“My name is Haridas. Welcome to our village. How can I help you?”

“Hello, thank you. My name is Jimmy. Jimmy Sutton. And this is Blake Turner. We are from America. Perhaps you have heard of Judy Martin. She lives in Cambodia and has a school for homeless children in Phnom Phen—it’s called the Lotus Orphanage. She brought us here in her helicopter.”

“Yes, we heard the helicopter but I’m sorry to say I do not know the person you have mentioned. Again, welcome to our village. Please follow me where we can talk more comfortably. Please, this way.”

Greatly relieved, a few minutes later Haridas motioned for Blake and Sutton to sit down under an arbor covered with palm leaves. Within seconds coconuts were handed to them, full of cool, sweet milk. Blake was thirsty and took a long drink. Noticing this, one of the villagers gave him another one.

Haridas sat so that both Sutton and Blake could easily see him. Other men also took seats. The mood seemed inquisitive, rather than hostile. There was none of that.

Sutton was the first to speak.

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Unmistakably a good cook, nevertheless Maria was learning something new today. Her teacher was a middle aged woman from Norway, one of the many ladies from around the world who had heard of Judy and her mission in Cambodia. Beatrice was very happy to have Maria’s company.

“So, how do you say that again?”

The two woman laughed as Maria tried several times to pronounce, asafoetida
(ass-uh-fuh-TEE-duh). “There, you said it perfectly.” Again the kitchen was filled with laughter.

“This is just one of the spices we are going to use. Kitchri is a wonderful dish and the children love it, as long as we don’t forget the chilies. Believe me, these kids were born with a pepper in their mouth.” Again the kitchen was filled with laughter.

“OK—so you said that Kitchri consists of rice and doll? How do you spell that?”

“DAL—see, right here on the package. They are little yellow mung beans that are split in half. They make the best Kitchri and then we can add a wide variety of vegetables—whatever’s available to give it added nutrition. We’ll also be making a little cuddy sauce to pour on top. See, that’s what Barbara is making over there. OK, cut up these tomatoes while I prepare the squash.”

“Beatrice—I’m curious, is there an exact formula that you go by?”

“OK, the starting point is a cup of beans and 3/4 cup rice. After awhile you will learn how many people this will feed and then, knowing how many are coming for lunch, with a little math you’ll figure out exactly how much of each to use. I measure them both out until I get the perfect amount of grains that I need and then I rinse them off. Next I’ll add 7 cups of water for each 1 3/4 cup of grains. So if you doubled the amount of rice and dal, then you would use 14 cups of water. And remember, after it’s cooked a bit you’ll most likely want to add some more water.

“Next, in a cup of cold water mix in all the powdered spices since they will easily dissolve that way. If I put the powdered spices in with the boiling Kitchri, they tend to stay lumped up. Okay, now, as far as how much extra water you’ll eventually use, it all depends on how it’s thickening up, but the one and three quarters cups of grains to 7 cups of water will get you nicely started.”

“Oh boy, I can see that I’m going to be learning a lot today. Here—my tomatoes are ready. What kind of sauce did you say that Barbara is making?”

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Major Sutton looked at Haridas. “I’m curious—how did you learn to speak such good English?”

“Oh, that’s easy to answer. We have an American teacher who has taught us. All of our children are learning English.”

Blake and Sutton glanced at each other. Again Sutton began to speak.

“Please pardon our sudden intrusion into your village. We mean no harm.”

Haridas smiled. “I understand. Do not worry. You are both welcome, but please tell me why you have come here? This is a very difficult area for outsiders to reach. And since we frequently move from one of our villages to the next, you are fortunate to have even found us. Did somebody tell you we were here?”

“Not exactly, but at Angkor Wat,” Blake said.

“We asked a monk if he knew Rama. We told them that he was a Hindu and that he worshiped Lord Vishnu. He mentioned Elephant Mountain and said that we should come here.”

Again Haridas smiled. “Yes, although we do not associate with the Buddhist, occasionally we do—mostly trading for incense. But please tell me, why are you looking for Rama?”

Sutton then took over the conversation. “So you know who Rama is?”

“Oh yes, but he is in India right now.”

“I see. How long will he be gone?”

“Again you are fortunate, my friends. Although he’s been gone for over two years, he is expected back at anytime. In fact, when I heard all the commotion I thought that perhaps he had returned. Why are you looking for him?”

Sutton shifted his weight again. The chirping sound of a small bird filled the air.

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“I know that this seems like an awful lot of food to cook but believe me, there won’t be a drop left after it’s served. And anything that is left over we feed to the beggars out in the street. So we never have to worry about that.”

Maria smiled and began to ask some more questions. “What about salt? How much salt do you put in it?”

“Oh yes, that is the only other thing that we measure. It’s simple—really. No matter how much you cook, for every cup of grain use one teaspoon of salt. That will take care of the rice and beans. And then, depending on how many vegetables we add, some additional salt may be added. But one teaspoon for every cup of grain—rice and dal combined—that is how much salt to use. I know there are some recipes where more salt is used but Judy is very health conscious and wants to keep it at a minimum.“

“OK, that sounds simple enough. But what about all the other spices, here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a kitchen with so many different spices—and colorful, too.”

Again laughing hard, “I know what you mean, Maria. It takes a little while to get the hang of it. First, let’s measure out the rice and dal.”

“By the way, where did you ever find such huge pots? They look like they’d feed a small army.” Once more the two woman began to laugh as Beatrice explained to Maria how Judy had ordered the pots from a company in South Africa, famous for their large, stainless steel cookware.

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Glancing at both Sutton and Blake at the same time, Haridas began to speak. “You are the first people outside of our community to ever ask about Nickolas. Yes, of course we know him—he has been living among us for years. Would you like to meet him?”

Sutton could hardly believe what he was hearing. Equal feelings of excitement were rushing thru Blake. “Well, yes. Can we? Is he here?”

The urgency in Sutton’s voice was noticeable. “When can we see him?”

“Actually, my friends, Nickolas doesn’t live here in our village. He lives much further up—on top of the mountain.” Haridas turned and pointed beyond the village.

Blake then spoke up, almost reading Sutton’s mind. “How long would it take us to walk there? What kind of a place is it? Is there another village up there? Can we hire a guide to take us?”

“Oh, no. Not a village. That is where their temple is located. It takes about four days to get there. A difficult but safe journey. Nickolas and the other monks live there. They seldom leave. For them it is their home.”

Again Blake spoke. “But what about the rebels we were told about? Don’t they bother you?”

“Not at all. We live in peace here—out of respect for Surya.”

“Did you say Surya—Suryavarman?”

“I must say that you two are full of surprises. You even know his name. Yes, out of respect for Suryavarman. You see, when he was alive—and now Nickolas—he was loved by everyone. No, there is nothing to fear my friends.”

“Excuse me, Haridas.” Sutton paused for just a moment. “We cannot leave right now. The helicopter that brought us here is expecting us back at the landing. If we are not there our friends will think that something has happened to us.”

“Of course, I understand. Do you want me to send one of our men to alert Nickolas about your arrival?”

“Oh, please don’t do that. Let his daughter surprise him. Please.”

“Did you say, his daughter?”

Chapter 31 – Maria’s Tears

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With the threat of a thunderstorm looming, the sound of the blue helicopter could be heard a good minute before it settled down on its landing pad.

The door slid open sideways, revealing Blake and Sutton—Blake jumping out first—running over to Maria and receiving a warm embrace. Judy and Sutton soon joined them. To escape the dust being kicked up while the engines were being shut down, the four of them went inside a small office, just off to the left.

“Well, Major, don’t keep us in suspense any longer.” Judy knew how to come right to the point.

“Maria, we found your father—but we didn’t get to actually see him!”

“Oh my God. Thank you—Jesus, thank you. But why didn’t you see him? Is he still alive? Where is he? Is he all right?” Tears began running down her cheeks. Judy reached out and took her hand. Everyone could see how grateful Maria was at this wonderful news. Blake felt tears in his own eyes as he reached out and held her hand.

Sutton nodded at Blake, who then spoke up. “He’s living on Elephant Mountain in a temple of some kind, about four days from the village. So of course we couldn’t go because we had to meet the helicopter. But we’re all welcome back. And remember, Rama—from your father’s letter? Well, from what we were told your father will be with him because Rama has been in India for two years and has just returned. So our timing could not have been better. After we make all the arrangements they will both be there.”

Looking at Judy, Sutton said, “They want us all to come.”

Judy smiled. “You mean they’ll be at the village?”

“Oh no, at the temple. We’ll have to walk there because there isn’t anywhere to land the helicopter on that part of the mountain.”

Blake stood smiling—that wonderful smile of his—looking at Maria. She was so happy. He pulled her closer.

“That’s right—we’re suppose to meet back at their village as soon as we can. From there they will take us to your father.”

“But what about the Khmer Rouge? Is it safe?”

“Listen, everything’s fine. We were given all assurances. Everyone loves these people. Out of respect for Suryavarman—and they even mentioned the tremendous love that the Khmer have for your father—so yes, Elephant Mountain is peaceful. We asked them a couple of times if it would be safe for you. They said that the journey was rugged, but not dangerous.“

Hearing what had just been said, everyone turned toward Judy. What she would say meant everything. Without her helicopter Elephant Mountain was impossible to reach.

“Well, gentlemen, sounds like you did your homework. And Maria, sounds like you and I are headed for quite an adventure.” Taking her other hand, Judy then announced: “Now you two gentlemen leave us alone, we’ve got some shopping to do! Why don’t you both go outside and find our pilot and tell him what he needs to know. OK Maria, we’ve got some good climbing shoes to buy.”

“Blake, while the girls are shopping we need to see about an extension for our visas. Before they leave, ask Judy if she and Maria can meet us at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in about three hours. Oh yeah, and also tell Maria to buy lots of film for her camera.” Another loud roll of thunder rumbled in the near distance.

Making their way back to the orphanage it started to rain hard and by the time they got there, five children stood by the front door, intrigued by the sudden storm. About fifteen minutes later the sun came out.

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“Blake, take her hand while I hold the door. Alright Judy you’re next.” Just like that everyone departed the helicopter.

With their visas extended, the plan was to be picked up in fifteen days. Judy had her field radio in her backpack so that she could contact the orphanage if they needed more time—or if something unexpected came up. What that might be, she could only guess.

Despite Sutton’s reassurances, Judy was still a bit apprehensive. She had been in Cambodia longer than anyone else, that’s for sure, but never outside her jurisdiction. Outside this comfort zone was really pushing the envelope as far as what she normally considered safe. Nevertheless she was game and never let on for a moment any real concern.

For Sutton, Judy had suddenly changed his entire outlook on life. He even quit smoking and stopped his nightly visits to the bar. The next two weeks were promising to change everyone’s life and Sutton was looking forward to her company.

Sutton and Blake had already blazed the trail to the village and that leg of their journey was not difficult. However, from what Haridas had indicated, from that point on, anything could be up ahead—except enemy soldiers. That, they were not suppose to run into—except—two hours later, about two miles from the village, there they were—heavily armed, on the bend, close to where they had seen the woman carrying the basket. Sutton motioned for everyone to stop. Every bit of his military training told him that they had just walked into a trap.

Walking toward the men (many of them just teenage boys) Sutton removed his sunglasses and spoke. “Hello, my name is Sutton and these are my friends. We have been invited here by Haridas. He must have told you that we were coming. He said that you are his friends. Do any of you speak English?”

Blake could feel Maria’s grip on his arm tighten. She reached out and drew Judy closer—whispering—”Who are they?”

“Yes, I speak little English. We want Maria. Which one is she?” Sutton could only guess that this particular man was the leader and by the looks of him, he had seen a few battles in his day. They all looked as if they could handle themselves well in a fight—and they all looked so young.

Without much of a choice, Sutton turned toward Maria, motioning to her. “Maria, please come here.”

With those four words, everyone—Judy, Blake and Maria—slowly approached the soldiers, unable to fathom why their leader would want to see her.

As Maria stepped forward, the leader of the Khmer asked her to step even closer. Only inches away he stared at her for several moments. He then turned and raised his hand, evoking a movement a few feet away. Blake, Sutton, Judy, and Maria—all eyes were suddenly focused on a young girl whose age they could only guess to be 15. She wore a dress but like all of the men, a belt of ammunition was strapped around her waist and shoulder. But what she held in her hands is what startled them the most. With her two hands she carried a flower garland that she slipped around Maria’s neck, at which moment the Khmer let out a loud cheer of approval. Maria was in shock. She looked at the young girl—they both smiled.

Addressing their leader, Maria then said, “Do you know my father?”

“Yes. Your father married me and my wife. He is a great man. I see him in your eyes.”

“But how do you know who I am? How do you know he’s my father?”

“Haridas said you were coming. So we waited here.” The leader of the Khmer then motioned for Sutton to step forward. “You are the leader?” Sutton nodded.

“Good, my name is Puri.” He then pointed with his finger. These four men are my best soldiers—and my sister. They will take Maria to her father. The trail is safe, but very steep mountains. Sometimes big animals. We have to go now.”

Sutton thanked the man, as did Maria and everyone else. When Blake looked at Maria with the soft, yellow flower garland around her neck, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked—more beautiful than he had ever seen her. Seeing Blake looking at her, Maria blushed. She then reached out and took his hand. Two of the Khmer guides took the lead. The other two, the rear. Judy reached out and held the young girl’s hand. Just like that they soon entered the village where Haridas had arranged for a large feast in Maria’s honor. By the end of the evening she had at least six flower garlands adorning her neck. As night approached the entire village fell asleep under the grace of a full moon.

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Instead of nine, the group that stood waving goodbye to the villagers now numbered close to fifteen, including Haridas and several others from the village.Since Haridas had insisted that Maria should wait until she had talked to her father, other than the fact that he was alive, Maria knew hardly any more about him than she did a few days ago—except that a Khmer soldier had said that her father had performed some sort of marriage ceremony. The only way she was going to discover the truth about him was to be patient—something she accepted and understood. Still, it was not easy.

At first the column of people making their way down the trail was unorganized, Judy trying her best to keep up.

About a mile after leaving the village, Sutton called a halt. Since it was ingrained from both his training and nature, Sutton said that he wanted to stay up ahead with the two soldiers who were taking the lead. After they started moving again Blake could see that Judy and Maria were going to spend most of the day talking about the orphanage and cooking—just the cue he needed to excuse himself so that he could walk ahead and find Sutton.

“Oh Blake, just a minute before you leave. We were wondering if there are any wild elephants here, seeing how we are climbing Elephant Mountain?”

Smiling—”Good question, ladies. I’m really not sure. But there must be because we saw a lot of them in Angkor Wat. Plus, remember that one temple with all the elephant carvings? Either way I feel we are safe. But if you see one be sure to take its picture.”

“OK”—both Judy and Maria began to laugh.

“Just teasing. Don’t worry about us and I’ll keep my camera handy. See you later.” Once again Judy and Maria started laughing as Blake disappeared up ahead.

“Hey Blake, I see you left the ladies behind.”

“Well, they’re busy talking to each other and making friends. It seems like Judy and Maria have really stuck a mutual cord concerning the orphanage.”

“Yeah, I noticed that, too. But you know, it doesn’t surprise me. Those two gals are the best. Isn’t it funny, Blake?”

“What’s that, Major Sutton?”

“How long has it been? About four months? Remember? It seems just like yesterday—finding the bomber and then you finding that pile of rocks! What a twist of fate that was. Boy, was I ever confused when you said someone had survived the crash. I mean, there was no way, but who else could have left that flag for us to find? That’s one for the books! Whew! What memories!”

“I know what you mean, Major Sutton. Finding that pile of rocks just standing there all those years, undisturbed. Almost like it was being protected by God just so we could find it. What was the chance of that—and I can still hear that metal detector squalling? How can we ever forget?”

“You’re absolutely right, Blake. And here we are now—on this trail. I mean, this would have been the furthest thing from our minds—to be back in Laos just a couple of months later. I don’t know about you but I’m just awe struck at what has happened to us—Maria, Judy, Angkor Wat, Nick still alive, and now this.”

“Whew, you said a mouthful, there, Major Sutton—and all because we found that letter. You know, none of this would be happening if we hadn’t have found it.

* * * * * * * *

Another morning arrived—much further up the mountain—the scenery as spectacular as ever.

Barely making a few miles a day, the group continued on their way toward the temple—toward Nickolas and toward so many unanswered questions. Slowly, step by step, they climbed Elephant Mountain.

Fortunately, the temperature wasn’t too hot and although at times the clouds looked as if they meant business, but they had only experienced a brief shower. But everyone knew how that could change at any moment. Early in the morning it was even chilly.

Right around noon Sutton motioned for their Khmer guides to halt for lunch. Besides being hungry, their progress had now brought them to a creek.

Sutton could see Maria and Judy walking toward them. As soon as he told them about the break for lunch, Maria had her backpack off and the little stove that Blake had given her, unpacked and ready to light. The Cambodians, in their own way, also started small fires. Soon everyone was laughing and eating—mostly rice and vegetables.

Maria had even tucked away some of the new spices that she had recently discovered at the orphanage. Everyone was busy preparing lunch. In a nice dress, the young Khmer girl who had given Maria the flower garland quickly cooked hot chapattis for everyone; filling the air with a wonderful, toasty aroma.

After lunch Blake took Maria for a short walk into a grove of tall trees that were standing nearby. The Khmer said it was safe but not to wander far. Sutton stayed with Judy to pack up. Squatting next to the stream where they could get their pots clean, Sutton washed while Judy dried.

“I remember right before my husband passed away—we had camped out like this. I know it has been several years but I miss him.”

“I’m sorry, Judy. I know all too well how certain things can suddenly remind us of painful events from the past.”

“Thank you. I just never thought I would go camping again. Well, not exactly camping but you know what I mean.”

“You never told me what happened to your husband.” In a way he knew better to ask, but he wanted to know.

“Well, I’ve been meaning to tell you. My husband was very fortunate in business and we were able to do pretty much anything we wanted. He had first come to Cambodia to build computers but when he saw the plight of the children, he was deeply concerned. He decided that we should move here and begin the work that I’m now doing.

“We had only been in Cambodia for about eight months when one day a huge typhoon flooded the entire city. We had just bought the property that is now the orphanage. Anyhow, the rains just kept pouring and he was out in his jeep trying to rescue some of the homeless children that were trapped by the flooding waters—when he drowned. A little girl had been swept off her feet and he jumped into the raging water to save her but the current overpowered them both.”

Sutton could see large tears forming in Judy’s eyes. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Sutton then said, “He was obviously a very good and brave person.”

“Yes he was. Everyone admired him. He had many wonderful qualities and I was extremely fortunate to have known him for as long as I did. Even though he has been gone for several years, the work that I’m doing here in Cambodia is dedicated to his memory.”

“Judy, that’s the way it should be.” Sutton could sense how much this remarkable woman was beginning to mean to him.

“Oh look, here comes Blake and Maria, and I see one of the guides motioning to me." Sutton continued: "Welcome back. Alright ladies, we’ll let you two finish up here because we need to be up front with our guides.”

Looking at Maria with a big smile, Judy said, “Oh, that’s fine. I’ve been really enjoying her company.”

“Hey Blake, you and Maria see anything interesting?”

Maria, beaming with excitement, proceeded to tell everyone of the fantastic view she and Blake had just found. “We could see right across this gorge and hear the sound of a river—and there were these large birds just circling above it, not even flapping their wings. And right near the tops of the trees there was a white mist. It was so beautiful.”

Chapter 34 - Laos 1983

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How is he?”

“I’m sorry Nickolas. Please, he wants to see you.”

Nick stood up from his small garden and looked with great sorrow. “I’ll just wash my hands.” The two men proceeded to walk toward the cave’s entrance, first stopping near a bucket of water.

“Nickolas, is that you, my son.”

“Yes, but you mustn’t speak. Please try to rest.”

“Oh, I will be resting plenty as soon as I’m with the Lord. Please, take me outside. Under the big tree. Gather everyone around.”

Rama and Nick picked Surya up, bed and all, and placed their beloved teacher in the shade. Everyone was there. Nobody said a word. Then Suryavarman began to speak. He spoke in English. By now Nick had taught all the monks and there was not a man among them that could not understand or speak it well. Most of them could even write in English.

Tears were in everyone’s eyes as Surya began to slowly talk. “Today I am going to begin my new life with our Lord. I have only a few moments left to be with you.” He then motioned for each one to come to his side—one by one. As they knelt down he whispered a few words. The mood was very somber. Finally it was Nick who knelt by Surya’s bed, bending over to hear his last words.

“Nickolas, please be the brave young man that I know you are. Life has dealt with you harshly and living here has not been easy. But you have been very kind to us. You have been an inspiration. Instead of letting your harsh circumstances ruin your spirit—instead of bitter you have become sweet.” Surya reached up and placed his hand on Nick’s head. “You have been a good son to me. You have stayed and cared for me when you could have left. I want to thank you before I go.

Gesturing with his hand as the men gathered closer, Surya continued. “Nick, this is your family, now. The family that God has chosen for you. You have one another. Simply help each other and above all—call upon on the Lord to protect you. Help each other to pray. This is love.

“Ask the Lord to watch over and maintain your soul. In this way, you will all dive deeply into the lake of blessings. Who can take your blessing from you? No, not even death. Remember Nickolas, the Holy Name is our lifeboat. My son, find shelter within the Holy Name and remain safely there. His Name is our greatest blessing. Are we not, in truth, our blessings? We are our blessings.”

Looking directly into Nick’s eyes, again Surya spoke. Nick bent over so he could hear. There wasn’t much time. “Nicholas, thank you for calling upon Lord Krishna’s Holy Name. It has given us great pleasure hearing you call out to Him. But always remember Christ, your savior. Now please bring me a sip of water.”

Within seconds, Rama’s hand was under the back of Surya’s shoulders, lifting him to drink. He then let him back down.

“Please sing.”

At that request, Haridas began to chant a few Vedic mantras followed by the singing of Lord Krishna’ Holy Names; all the monks softly following. The men sang for about a half hour. Nick sat by Surya’s side, holding onto his hand. Suryavarman slowly reached over to Rama with his other hand—and just like that Surya became a child of God, holding onto his Father’s eternal hand as he fell into a divine sleep. As they sang, one of the greatest saints to have ever lived passed away, leaving behind his message of love and prayer.

Surya’s pet monkey, Hahnu, sat watching nearby, wanting with all his heart to be held again by his master. Surya had many loving disciples. Even the monkeys loved him. They visited him everyday knowing that a warm hand and a little scrap of food was never denied. Hahnu also began to cry.

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“After that cold rain this campfire sure feels good.” Everyone nodded at Sutton. He then said a few more words. “Our Khmer friends told me that we should reach the temple by tomorrow afternoon. They think around noon. I don’t know about the rest of you but I think tomorrow is going to be a day we’ll never forget.”

Soon everyone was laughing, each with their own reasons to agree. Of course, Maria was Nick’s daughter. Her feelings were special. The last time she saw Nick alive she had been daddy’s little girl. He told her bedtime stories: The "Little Scarlet Fish" and, "The Three Bears." How can you possibly describe what she felt? How does one’s deepest feelings—ever—a daughter’s love for her father—exposed to such a great loss and sorrow—age over time? What does such a young girl go through? Such painful feelings at first, but over the years hammered down to almost no recollection at all. How could she even fathom what meeting her father was going to be like?

Sutton’s relationship with Nickolas was also unique. He first met Nick in 1963. That was such a long time ago—time mostly filled with guilt. Sure, there had been some good times but loosing Nick and the others had destroyed any fond memories that would have otherwise stayed alive. Sutton’s remorse even drove him into joining JPAC: The Joint POW/MIA Accounting Command that led him back to Vietnam several times in search for America’s lost heroes—and later—most recently—deep into Laos looking for that bomber. For so many years he had wanted answers but sadly, countless examples prove that life seldom divulges her innermost secrets. Except now, for some odd reason, she was about to—perhaps being forced by a higher authority. As far as how Sutton was feeling about all of this—well—needless to say the moment was weighing heavily upon him.

Blake was also aware of the importance of the hour. His perspective had originated, developed, transformed, and grown beyond belief. Instead of the luxury of time to think about it, like a series of accidental, high-voltage shocks, he had been thrust into a drama that really, he had nothing to do with at all. At first the series of events seemed plausible enough. A phone call from Sutton. For Blake, what started out as a rather straight forward mission to look for a missing bomber had quickly turned into something entirely different.

Actually, it began with an undeclared war inside Laos and Cambodia and then, years later, with a pile of rocks and a buried letter. Blake often thought about these things. That’s when the drama began to unfold: learning that Eleni was no longer alive; falling in love with Maria; the daughter of the very man he was now trying to find—a man that only four months ago, Blake and Maria didn’t even know was alive. And now, on a trail—in one of the most isolated jungles in all of Southeast Asia—there he was—looking across a campfire at Maria—so beautiful—and falling in love with her. Needless to say, Blake was experiencing great emotions.

Finally there was Judy—sipping green tea around a campfire with people whom she barely knew. While the others had been given some time to comprehend what was happening, Judy had been given none. Suddenly out of nowhere these new faces had appeared, needing so much and so quickly. And to make things even more intriguing, a man whom she now couldn’t stop thinking about was sitting next to her.

Yes, for Judy this was going to be a week to remember—a sudden trek deep into an area that few dared to explore—to somehow meet an American soldier who had somehow survived the Vietnam War—abandoned by his country and now about to meet his grown daughter. So Judy’s perspective was most unusual. In fact, you would think that Judy’s mind would be reeling at the sudden turn of events, but really, the opposite was true. And Sutton could sense that quality about her—her ability to stay equipoise through what obviously—for most people— would have been stressful, to say the least. No wonder she was able to handle running an orphanage. All and all Judy had a very soothing effect on everyone.

So there they sat, these four friends—newly made friends—watching the yellow and orange colored flames flicker between the logs; only one more night standing between themselves and Nickolas.

Soon it began to get dark. A few more sticks were thrown onto the fire. Maria had her knees drawn up so that, as she sat, she could place her chin on top of them—her arms wrapped around, grasping her hands for support. Looking at everyone, she lifted her head. Smiling as she sat straight, she began to speak.

“Well, this has certainly been an exciting week for us.” Her three companions all nodded in agreement. “I have been thinking about my father’s letter and what it all means. I’m not exactly sure what to expect tomorrow. Especially after that Khmer said that my father had married him and his wife. My father was a soldier, not a priest. I’m just more confused than ever.” As she spoke, no one said a word. It was obvious that the feelings inside her were about to over flow. The tears in her eyes said so. She needed to speak but her feelings were making it difficult.

“My mother was a deeply religious person. Even more so after my father was lost. She prayed every day. I prayed with her. Is this how God has answered our prayers? And as far as all of us, we have not even known each other that long. Judy, I just met last week. And the two of you, only a couple of months. Even so, my feelings for Blake are obvious. Yes, I love you. All I know is that I believe in God and I believe that Providence has placed us here, together—so all of you are the most special people in my life.”

One of the logs on the fire popped, kicking out a small shower of sparks. “I must admit that Cambodia and Angkor Wat—with all the statues of Buddha and Vishnu; this goes completely against everything that I was brought up with. Not that other religions are wrong—just that I’m not comfortable with them. But these are also the people and the culture that have given my father protection for all these years and I feel a deep gratitude inside me.

“Tomorrow our journey ends. But then another begins. I have been praying every night. I need strength. Especially now. It appears that my father is alive and well. What a miracle! From what we know he has taken what God has given him and prospered. But I would be lying if I said that everything is fine. There are just so many questions. As you know, my great grandparents, and my grandparents—are all from Greece. My mother and father, as well as myself, are Greek Orthodox. We celebrate the birth and death of our Savior, Lord Jesus Christ.”

Again tears could be seen in Maria’s eyes. “I’m sorry for burdening you with all of this. It’s just that there are so many feelings swirling inside me. Feelings that I am not used to. How can my father, a Greek Orthodox, be marrying people out here in the middle of a jungle? Cambodians are Buddhist. Is my father now a Buddhist? And finally, in my father’s letter he talks about Krishna and Vishnu. Can you understand what I’m feeling? Will he even remember me?”

Heads turned to Blake. Any of them could have reached out to comfort her but Blake was the one that had to step forward. His love for Maria was obvious. Blake began to speak, not even aware of Sutton or Judy, but as if Maria was the only one next to him.

“Maria, I think you are expressing some of the same thoughts that we all have had. Your questions are only natural. We are not sages. We pray to God, yes, asking Him for favorable winds, but at certain times, life is like being cast out upon an ocean with many storms to overcome. We are all in a storm right now and a strong wind has swept us far from our homes. Just a couple of months ago none of us would have ever imagined that we would be here. This jungle, alone, is frightening enough. Plus the way everything has happened so unexpectedly. I don’t know about everyone else but as I climb this mountain—with time to piece this all together in my mind, I, too, am feeling what you are. Maria, we all are.”

Again everyone nodded. Blake kept speaking. “Please, keep on praying, and pray for us. I think we have all felt closer to God. As far as tomorrow, how can any of us know what lies up ahead? If there are any lessons that I have learned over these past few years—with the sudden death of my fiancée and now all this—it is that life can change on a dime. One minute things can be safe and familiar and the next—well—we only have to look around to know what I mean.

“Never before has God seemed so real as He does right now. Even if everything around me does change suddenly, at least I have His love to rely on. God is the one person who will never forsake us. As I have been walking I have been saying the Lord’s Prayer over and over—and the more I say it, the more peace I feel. Blake closed his eyes: Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil—Amen.

Maria reached out her hand and took Blake’s in hers. “Yes, that is a wonderful prayer. It is one of my favorites. It tells me where God lives and that His Name is Holy.”

Later that night as everyone slept, Maria prayed. Then she fell asleep. She had a wonderful dream. In it she saw her mother, Eleni. They were drinking from little tea cups with pink flowers painted on them. Her father was there with them.

Just before daybreak a soft rain began to fall as clouds turned everything into fog. When Maria woke—peaking out of her tent—an almost heavenly sight greeted her. Remembering her dream, she could still feel her parent’s presence; their warmth. Lying back down on her sleeping bag all she could think about was her father. But there was still a few more hours of climbing. Up ahead the mountain loomed, mostly covered in a shroud of deep mist.

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“Rama, I must say that its nice to have your company again. Let me take a look at you. Yes, it appears that you’ve added some grey hairs up there since I last saw you.” They both began to laugh. Other men could be heard laughing behind them as they walked.

“Thank you, Nick. Yes, it’s good to be here—grey hair and all. And you’re right, we’re all getting older. But I see that our spirits are still young. How long has it been?”

“Much too long. I take it that your trip to India went well.” The two men stopped walking towards the glen as they both gazed out upon the beautiful pond near their temple.

“Rama, remember when we first saw this? I swear, it seems more beautiful today than it did when we first discovered it.”

“Yes, this is certainly the most beautiful place on Elephant Mountain. Surya would have loved it.”

The place where Nick and Rama had chosen for their new monastery was blessed with many waterfalls and one in particular was especial nice—facing a small glen, just waiting for everyone’s arrival. The new location for their monastery was shaded by beautiful trees and and surrounded by many ponds and waterfalls. Elephant Mountain, despite her defiant posture, actually sheltered a very special jewel located safely beyond the rugged trails, gorges and caves—protected by the Khmer who live in the valley far below. As the men approached the glen, the morning sun was peeking through the branches, slowly warming the earth below with her golden light—her way of inviting everyone to sit down.

No wonder this was where the men loved to gather. Over 30 monks sat on the ground, their spirits lifted high by Rama’s return and the beautiful morning that greeted them. It was as if God was creating this day for something very special. Certainly Rama’s arrival was very special.

Rama looked at Nick and then at the men gathered around him. A small bird could be heard in the distance. Adding to nature's music, the waterfall tumbled into the pond, creating a wonderful sound as Rama began to speak. “Seeing the golden rays of sunlight filtering downward through the trees and this beautiful glenn reminds me of a verse from the Bhagavad-gita that I read while I was in India.”

Everyone paid close attention as Rama began to recit the verse. "Yad yad vibhūtimat sattvaṁ śrīmad ūrjitam eva vā, tat tad evāvagaccha tvaṁ mama tejo-'aṁśa-sambhavam."

Rama then gave the English translation: “Know, Arjuna, that all beautiful, glorious and mighty creations spring from but a spark of My splendor.” (Bg 10:41)

As Rama finished, his eyes closed. Everyone sat still, deeply appreciating the Lord's beauty that surrounded them, while at the same time trying to grap the true greatness of God. Quietly, moments slipped by. No one was in a rush. Rama then turned to Nick and began to speak again.

“You look good, Nick. You must have slept well last night.” Rama smiled, remembering the day that Nick had been found unconscious and how for weeks on end he had nursed him back to life. The special bond between these two men was obvious to everyone.

“Thank you, Rama, I did. In fact I had a wonderful dream about my wife and my daughter. Its been a long time since I dreamed of them—but everyday I pray for them.”

Nick’s eyes moistened as he began to talk. “It was a nice dream but what about you? We have been waiting for your return for months and of course we’re all bursting with curiosity. What do you have in your bag? Gifts I hope.” Everyone began to smile; soon laughing, unable to contain their excitement.

The deep love between Rama and the other men was also just as obvious—men that had come together for spiritual fellowship, each with his own unique and personal story. These were men devoted to God and to each other. Those who no longer wanted to live such an austere life were always welcome by the villagers below, but very few ever left—very few.

After Suryavarman had passed away, it was Nick and Rama who inspired and energized their small clan, helping it to prosper exactly like Surya had asked them. Although other men might have ordained themselves, not for a second did either of them ever contemplate such absurdity. Actually, if anything great was to be said, it was how they never acted self-conscious or proud of their position. That was it, they never thought they were special. They never felt as if they deserved more, or existed on some higher level. Rather, at every opportunity it was they who sought to serve and honor the others. Nick and Rama both shared the same desire—both eager for God’s grace, and together their enthusiasm and kindness spread to everyone.

Placing the bag beside him, Rama continued. “Nick, when I was in India I was blessed to meet another nice American and we often talked about God. Soon he introduced me to many other Americans whose famous teacher had built a beautiful temple in Vrindavan.”

Nick quickly said, “Oh, an American! That’s interesting.”

"Yes, and he was very kind. He came to India when he was just a teenager, just like I had come to live with Suryavarman when I was a young man."

Rama smiled. “We met each other in a small hospital in Vrindavan where he was volunteering. I had gone there because of a spider bite."

Rama adjusted himself slightly, remembering all the wonderful people he and met, and especially the kind American who quickly became one of Rama's closest friend.

“He told me that before he had come to Vrindavan, that he had spent many months living in the Himalayas where he was welcomed into the private society of the Naga Babas who belong to an ancient line of Indian ascetics. He spoke of undergoing deep austerities with them and how one evening he saw one of the Naga Babas levitating 4 feet off the ground while they all sat around their sacred fires and chanted prayers to Lord Shiva.”

Almost staring at Rama in disbelief, the monks listened in complete astonishment as Rama continued to speak. Buy this time they all understood and spoke English well. After Nickolas returned to the monastery and encouraged by Surya, he began giving English lessons to all the monks. Eventually this filtered down to the village below where Blake and Sutton first met Nitai and indeed, at this point in time many of them were speaking English.

Rama continued: “Still very young, my friend traveled throughout India—exploring the banks of the Ganges River and as many holy places that he could find. He was deeply impressed with ancient India but was confused by all their different gods."

Rama paused and looked around at all his dear friends. Most of them he known for most of his life.

Rama began to speak again: “Like I said, it was there, in Vrindavan, that we met. This is where he told me all about Lord Krishna, who most recently appeared in India for a second time and was known as Lord Chaitanya. I was told that a very distant grandfather of mine actually spoke with him once."

Rama looked at Nick and said, "After I told him about you, he gave me a book to give you.”

What was his name, Rama? "Yes, of course—Jai das, but I just called him Jai." (Ji: rhymes with Hi)

Rama gently lifted the large book from his bag so that everyone could see it. "See, he wrote his name on it. He told me that because this book was written so close to Lord Chaitanya’s lifetime, that it preserves the memories of those who actually knew Him.

Certainly the Chaitanya-Charitamrita with its 2100 pages is an extra-heavy book and had been a great sacrifice to carry, but Rama never thought otherwise. Inside it contained the complete history of Lord Chaitanya’s life and teachings, written over 500 years ago by the great Indian saint, Shri Krsnadasa Kaviraja Goswami.

The author was born in 1507 but didn’t write the Chaitanya-Charitamrita until in his late nineties—and then in failing health. The book is divided into three sections and altogether consists of some sixty-two chapters. Religious scholars unanimously agree that the Shri Chaitanya-Charitamrita is the greatest literary gem to ever come out of medieval India and every page is holy and celebrated around the world.

Writing about his famous book, its saintly author said, “I have now become too old and disturbed in infirmity. While writing my hands tremble. I cannot remember anything, nor can I see or hear properly. Still I write and this is a great wonder.”

The book that Rama had given Nick was translated into English by the renowned Indian scholar, A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada. He first came to America in 1965, bringing with him the teachings of Lord Chaitanya."

Rama looked at everyone and his broad smile reminded everyone how much they had missed him.

A few moments went by as Nickolas held the book in this hands. Turning a few pages he quickly noticed that it was written in English.

The monks leaned closer. “I believe,” Rama said quietly, “that as we read this book together that it will bring us many years of happiness.”

A few birds chirped nearby as Rama continued. “There is something else that my American friend told me—something very important.”

He looked around at the men.

“He said that by going deeper into our relationship with God—we enter into a place of safety. Like certain fish who only swim in deep water and are always beyond the reach of hawks.”

Several monks nodded.

“For me,” Rama said, placing his hand on his chest, “this means serving all of you. This is my deep water. This is where I belong and where I am safe, and where I feel happy.”

A few more moments passed when Nickolas asked Rama to continue. Rama smiled and began to speak. “O course we all remember how Surya would say that we can never know for sure who God might be, and how we should always treat everyone we meet as if they are God in disguise.”

The monks were all smiling and after a sip of water, Rama continued. “While I was in India I overheard a story in that reminded me of what Surya taught us."

It was obvious that everyone wanted to hear it.

"There was once an Indian man who was fleeing with his family from some Muslim soldiers who were pursuing them. He was especially concerned for his daughters. In order to secure their safety, first they had to cross over a river that was blocking their way, but to their great misfortune there wasn't a boat to take them to the other side. Dawn was approaching and this was adding to the man's great anxiety. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a boat appeared and his family was saved.”

Rama paused.

“Years later, that same man stood before Lord Chaitanya who was sitting in a beautiful garden surrounded by his disciples. One by one the Lord was beckoning each man to come talk to him. He was telling them who they were in their past life, and granting them anything they requested from Him."

Rama’s voice softened. "Standing in front of Lord Chaitanya, the Lord began to speak to him. ‘Do you remember that night? Do you remember how your family was being chased by the soldiers and how there wasn't a boat to take you to the other side of the river—and how when you looked down the river again, suddenly a boat appeared? And do you remember how the boatman charged you one rupee to take you across? My beloved friend, I was the oarsman who brought you and your family to safety.’”

Silence fell over the group as they grasped the meaning of what they were hearing.

Rama smiled gently and continued. “So yes—sometimes God appears among us—in ways we do not recognize.”

Nick spoke softly. “That is a beautiful story, Rama.”

Rama nodded and then Nickoas began to speak. "Yes, I remember the very first time I spoke with Surya. He was telling me about a priest—Father Mikalson— who had come to Angkor Wat and this was the first thing he told me. And I remember Surya saying that if we treat everyone we meet as if they are God, then when we finally do meet Him, then we will know exactly what to say.”

Hearing this the monks began to laugh. Rama then pulled out a large bundle of incense from the bag and stood up to give some to each man. While Rama was doing this, Nick was holding the book with great reverence.

When Rama sat back down, Nickolas turn to him and said, “Rama—this alone would have been enough. Thank you so much.” Rama reached out and took Nick's hand.

“There is one more thing my friend told me.” The monks leaned in so that they could hear.

“Jai said that in earlier times, many people in India believed that knowledge of the Vedas and Sanskrit was the only path to salvation.”

Rama shook his head gently. “But Lord Chaitanya—who was known as Nimai when he was just a boy—taught something radically different. Chaitanya said that in this age, there is another way—a path perfectly suited for the times in which we live.

As Chaitanya traveled across India, no scholar was ever able to defeat him. Even as a young boy, he overcame the greatest scholar in the land, who had come to the very village where Nimai lived. That village was home to many learned men, yet when this formidable scholar arrived, expecting debate, he found none willing to face him. One by one, they withdrew, leaving him unchallenged.

One day, while walking along the banks of a holy river, Kesheva Kashmiri came upon Nimai sitting with his companions. A conversation began, and before long, it turned into a debate. To everyone’s astonishment, the young boy defeated the renowned scholar, because he had broken certain rules pertaining to Sanskrit grammer.

Kesheva Kashmiri was stunned because Nimai's knowledge of Sanskrit grammer was far beyond the human capabilities of a twelve year old boy. Humbled and transformed by the encounter, Kesheva Kashmiri became Lord Chaitanya’s first adult disciple.”

Nick could hardly contain himself; he was so happy to see Rama—hearing what he was saying—the same man who together with Nickolas and the others had kept the spirit and teachings of Suryavarman alive and well. The same men who ten years earlier, after the Vietnam War, helped Nickolas and the monks to leave their sanctuary in Laos and move to the solitude and protection of Elephant Mountain.

Adjusting himself on his bamboo mat, Rama gazed lovingly upon the men seated around him. He then began to speak. “As you all know, my family came from India hundreds of years ago and settled in Angkor Wat. My father used to tell me stories about my home in India and ever since I was a little boy I dreamed about going there. My father told me that our family had once lived in a small village located near Vrindavan, and this is where I have been all these many months.

“Once I finally arrived, sadly, no one in Vrindavan had any memory of who I was but finally, with my family name, which is, Choudhary, I was told to go to the village of Mathura. It was in this village that I met my uncle, Sripada, who took care of me like a brother. Sripada is a great musician.”

With the book now closed and resting on Nick's lap, he asked Rama to tell him more about Lord Chaitanya.

"Nickolas, it's all in this book and as you will discover, He told all the great Indian scholars to put away their book and instead, join with him in the singing of the sacred Names of God. In fact, this was the very example that Lord Chaitanya personally taught and practiced, and thousands of His followers, to this day, gather to sing and dance to the the sounds and rhythms of the Lord's Holy Names."

Rama smiled.

“Lord Chaitanya lived this teaching for many years and eventually a great spiritual movement began—one that would one day spread throughout the world, as I saw in Vrindavan.”

As everyone sat listening, Rama continued: “Lord Chaitanya taught that God's Holy Names and God Himself are not different. So when we call upon His Name we are singing and dancing with Him.”

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The Khmer came to a halt. Looming off to their left they pointed to the massive caves of Elephant Mountain, a well-known landmark that told them that only an hour more was required to reach Maria’s father. An experienced mountain climber, Blake immediately pointed his camera and began taking pictures. “What do you think, Blake? Have you ever climbed anything like that?”

“No sir, Major Sutton. Not even close. Wait until the guys back home see these pictures. Maria’s father certainly found the perfect place to hide.”

As for Maria, looking upward as the morning light descended to the bottom of the cave, her thoughts turned to God. Closing her eyes she began to pray—thanking Him for saving her father; thanking Him for answering her prayers; and thanking Him for having somehow kept her father safe after all these years.

Motioning with their hands, the Khmer indicated that it was time to climb again—the last and final mile.

Undetected from his lofty hideout and ready to sound a warning, a lone monkey peered down through the thick canopy, watching the people below.

The morning was slipping by quickly as Nick once again looked at the book that Rama had brought from India. “Rama, you mentioned how your friend had answered many of your questions. We have prepared a large feast to welcome you back but before we go, please tell us what you had asked him.”

Laughing, Nick then said, “As you can tell, you won’t be getting any peace until you tell us everything!”

Chuckling, Rama said, “Oh, that is perfectly fine with me.”

At that moment, one of the monks who had gone back to the temple to help prepare the celebration came running up the path. “Nickolas. Please hurry, you must come quickly.”

“What is it Nitai? What’s wrong?”

“Please come. There are many visitors. People from your country and a woman. She says you are her father. She is just over the hill. She said her name is Maria.”

Rama looked at his friend in utter disbelief. Neither of them spoke a word. Nick began wetting his lips and swallowing. A gentle breeze blew through his hair. Tears ran down his cheeks. Rama watched as Nick closed his eyes.

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