My sister Cindy and her husband Bid spent a day with me in Atlantic City this week. Since the weather was perfect — mid-70s and sunny — we strolled the boardwalk for a while. Our feet took us to the Korean War Memorial. Bid’s Dad was a Marine and my Dad was in the Army, and both men served in Korea. The memorial is a very moving tribute to the men who fought and died serving in the Korean War.
The h u g e statue of the soldier reminded Cindy and me of our Dad — larger than life, capable, comforting. The relief of soldiers on the granite wall is so very detailed I wanted to reach out and smooth the stress from one soldier’s face.
And oh so American.
We found the name of an old buddy of Bid’s Dad on the wall; he died in combat. When you see a name you know carved on a granite memorial it’s sobering.