The place is huge and the grounds are pristine and beautiful. There were what seemed like miles of headstones. It must be a sight to see decorated for Memorial and Veteran's Day. As we piled out of the van we issued a stern warning, mostly for The Middle Little, that many of those graves were of our war dead, and all of them were of men, women and their spouses who had proudly served our country: BE RESPECTFUL! "Don't worry, Mom" he says, "I will behave with honor." That child always mystifies me. He's a mouthy, disrespectful, screeching whirlwind one moment, and a dignified and solemn old soul the next. And he was true to his word while he stepped carefully to read head stones and stand in awe. He was surprised to find that women were buried there too, that some were spouses but that many were soldiers.
Old Glory
I wish there had been at least a breeze so that I could see her fly. Long may she wave.
Even the bathrooms were beautifully housed and pristine.
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