On this day……….the World War II monument opened in Washington, D.C., 2004.
I live among monuments in Gettysburg.
I respect them, I revere them; but I also hate the fact that a lot of young boys took a last breath calling out to their mothers nearby to them.
We tried to get my dad to write in to be part of the WWII monument. He served, his brothers all served, one didn’t make it home. He probably called out to his mother as well, as the breath of all nineteen years escaped his body.
My dad wanted no inclusion….we didn’t write in. My dad hardly talked about the war, almost non existent words, I wonder if his memories were the same.
Young men and young women continue to die; will monuments to them one day grace the cherry blossom paths of Washington, DC.
Yes, I honor monuments; but I wish the need to create them did not exist.
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