That’s a powerful way to remember the fallen. Thank you.
I spent a good part of the afternoon tidying up my Dad’s grave (and Mom’s and uncles’).
It’s a peaceful cemetery out in the country. No noise, nice breeze, and overlooking grain fields and forests. A good place to remember and appreciate the deeds of the fallen.
Dad was a P-51 pilot in the European theatre. He lost several good friends, but did return to have a family and live a long life.
