We went on to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. We saw the changing of the guard, which was pretty impressive.
But then we watched a wreath being placed by a couple of students from the Walker School (I don't know what the occasion was).
The two young boys who carried the wreath to the guard will likely remember that moment for the rest of their lives.
The rest of our time there was spent just enjoying the beauty of the setting, and marveling at the number of graves. Most of them were simple white plaques.
But, there were other, more impressive stones as well. We were surprised to see a home town name that we recognized. I had no idea Joe Loius was buried here.
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