So, the fountain at the WWII Memorial will now silently reflect their faces.
Run silent. Run deep.
There are, after all, a number of young men and women sitting at the bottom of the oceans.
Let us remember them, too.
“And now, beside the Coral Sea, where seagulls fly so silently, a boy is sleeping.”
the word should have been beneath.
That is from a song a father wrote about his son, who perished in WWII. Eerie melody. I haven’t heard it in decades, but I still remember the hush that would fall over crowds, especially when performed by a male chorus—of young men.
can you post a link to that?