A map on a ledge overlooking the water showed the details
of the Allies' attack.
We walked silently through the cemetery. There is a red
path that encircles the graves.
The grounds are amazingly well kept. We were very proud
to be there.
The round building we are approaching turned out to be a
chapel.
The mosaic ceiling of the chapel.
I hate to record any of my usual lighthearted
observations, because this was not like any other stop on any other
excursion.
A huge map again showed details of the assault and the
paths taken afterward as the Allies pushed inland.
This was a sobering, patriotic, and private
experience. It was especially heartwrenching because, in our silent
contemplation, we also reflected on the men and women currently serving in
the war in Iraq.
