When we got on the boat to take us to the memorial there was an instant change in mood. Scott pointed out that within 1 year I have been able to go to 2 of the biggest tragedy's that have happened to our country.
There is a certain reverence at these sites of hallowed ground. You can feel the spirit. The spirit of the tragedy, the spirits of those affected, but I also feel a spirit of peace and rest.
One thing that I didn't know was that the survivors have been saved a space so that if they chose they can be entombed with their fellow soldiers. Some have chosen to do so, there is only 1 survivor left and he has yet to decide.
Going to Pearl harbor takes a full day. We were totally exhausted both physically and probably a little emotionally. After all the stories and all the plaques I think the one that I took home was part of a poem that Eleanor Roosevelt kept in her wallet. It says, Dear Lord/ Lest I continue/My complacent way/ Help me to remember somehow out there/ A man died for me today. / As long as there be war I then must/ Ask and answer/ Am I worth dying for?
oil still seeping from the Arizona |
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