I’ve been to several national cemeteries across the United States, and the feeling is always the same. Awesome, beautiful, thoughtful. What impresses me most is how these places bring home the reality of conflicts that otherwise for me exist only in the history books. World Wars I and II, Korea, Vietnam … Those soldiers and sailors and airmen didn’t evaporate into thin air. They’re here. When you stop and look around, you are standing in the midst of them. Whole platoons. Whole regiments and battalions.
The men and women have now gone silent, but once they were very real. And young. And (perhaps) in love.
These are not just stones; they are lives.