There were so many names, so many lives and so many sons and daughters. And to reflect our humanity, there was so much space, for those still living, those perhaps not yet born, who in the future will give their lives in service of our country.
Sunday, 13 November 2011
The National Arboretum 11-11-11
A holy place that is not included in the book! At 4pm, we arrived at the National Arboretum, it was cold, grey and damp. There were TV crews reporting to the world, from our memorial to those who have lost their lives, since the end of world war 2.
There were so many names, so many lives and so many sons and daughters. And to reflect our humanity, there was so much space, for those still living, those perhaps not yet born, who in the future will give their lives in service of our country.
This was a truly holy, place, a place where time stops, just for a moment, and those who are remembered bring us closer to God.
There were so many names, so many lives and so many sons and daughters. And to reflect our humanity, there was so much space, for those still living, those perhaps not yet born, who in the future will give their lives in service of our country.
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