These are the identical things you see at the American military cemetery in Anzio, Italy, as well. As far as the eye can see, in every direction, rolling hills filled with crosses and stars of David. And a marble room carved with the thousands of names who perished unfound in those battles. All I could do was to cry.
All those boys who mostly never got to be parents, husbands, grandparents. I know we at home appreciate them. I’d like to hope that Europe does too.
Understandably, all you could do was cry. We mourn for our fallen and how we possibly pay them proper tribute? We can’t. We have to trust in our Lord that He has and my faith tell me they are with Him in serene and happy peace.
May G-d always bless and keep you and your family, dearest friend, Yaelle.
I wish the Punch Bowl cemetery in Hawaii would get more showing. Many WWII vets including my brother are buried there. It is a beautiful place but oh so sobering. My granddaughter made a note of this years ago in the log book.