Remembrance and taxation without representation
2nd of a series on a Trip to Washington DC.
It begins:
One of my grandsons practiced taking night photos at the National Mall’s Second World War Memorial. Composed of 56 plinths representing the states and territories whose veterans fought in the war the memorial’s brightly lit marble is more magical at night.
“Honor flights” are working hard to fly the “greatest generations” veterans to see the memorial that marks their service before it’s too late.
My father, once a young sailor, died 17 years before its 2004 dedication. When I was a child there was no rush to remember a war that still seemed like yesterday. I watched it fought on television’s Combat and Rat Patrol and watched historical footage of it on CBS’s The Twentieth Century with my Dad.
