Clic On many a clear night we would admire the southern skies over Gitmo. I swear we could see forever. Sometimes we stared alone at the beauty of nature's work. Taking in deep breaths of ocean air, we dreamed of far off places. There were nights when we shared the view with a loved one, holding hands, stealing our first kiss, sharing secrets, all under the magnificence of the Gitmo Heavens. Burning lights, so close you could almost reach out and touch them, still beckon us today, the children of Gitmo.
