In 1968 or 1969, while I was in the Navy in the Philippines, I experienced the most religious moment of my life when I visited the American Cemetery in Manila and looked out on the sea of graves, most bearing the name “Known but to God.”
I’ve been to the Gettysburg Battlefield several times over the years. The experience has been an intense one each time. The spiritual nature of it is beyond my ability to describe, but I believe I understand what is meant by those who speak of having a religious experience in similar moments.