Some years ago, Paul Ord wrote Liberty's first USM (unsolicited manuscript), and sent it to me. After what I'm forced to describe as an editorial evisceration, it became the co-authored piece "Philosopher King."

Unfortunately, meddling with his prose has become my pattern. Paul contributed his drabble for the Sons of Liberty Project, and this time, I was even worse. The piece just didn't ring true for me, and by the time I was done… er… uh… amending, it was barely recognizable—though at least the theme is largely unchanged.

I do, however, think it flows much more easily now, so… I'll ask my ally's forgiveness, and place it anyway.

“Windows to the Soul”

By Joseph Manno

and Paul Ord

Years ago, my grandfather told me, “You can read any man’s visage, Roberto.

“Some roar… others whisper.”

Thus, I’ve never put stock in the concept of a “poker face.” There’s always something to see.

“And even with those whose expressions don’t say much,” he’d added, “look to their eyes. None can control what they tell you.”

Before me, on Hood’s bridge, stands a legend, staring with a haunting, haunted expression… seeing something—or, perhaps, someone—I cannot.

He speaks, knowing I’ll confirm his fears.

“We can’t go back.”

“No.”

My grandfather was right.

For a moment, I wish he wasn’t.