Mt. Samat An Easter Story

I would be happy if Mt. Samat: An Easter Story contained some certain literary worth, but I cannot be the judge for my opinion is skewed and I feel unworthy in the arena of literary wisdom. I can; however, hope that the story is worthy of a reading at least by my children. I believe there can be no greater goal for fiction than to give the reader a true slice of the life of its characters, setting, and in a sense, speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. Such is the value of Faulkner’s Light in August, although I tremble to even mention that hollowed name when referencing something I have written. Thus my goal, other than to entertain the reader with words is to search for what remains hidden, and to reflect how it really was.

Mt. Samat: An Easter Story is a fictional account of three days and nights spent by two companies of men near and on a mountain, Mt. Samat, over Easter weekend a few years ago. Men of different colors and cultures gather on the mountain with one common goal, the liberty of Asia, but liberty as seen through different eyes. Each company experiences dire trials and deadly difficulties as they try in earnest to do their duty. New acquaintances are made on the trail to the top and by surprise an old acquaintance is renewed. As the Sunday worship hour approaches, there is a wild rush for the summit; however, like the first Easter, blood will freely flow on Mt. Samat before the story ends.