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We arrive very early to stand in line to
visit this memorial to a generation of heroes.
Millions of people visit each year, and we want
to make sure we get our turn. The tickets are free,
but only a limited number of people are allowed in each day.
It
is barely sunrise, but we are not the first in line. A
few people have made it there before us. But is was worth
waking early, even though we are on vacation, so that we are
on the first boat out.
There is a man and his family standing in line
with us from Puerto Rico he has come to pay homage to the
US Navy men before him. He has traveled far and wide across
This Great Nation and the world, with his daughter being born
in a military hospital in Germany. His elderly father
accompanies him. They speak in Spanish so that the people
from The Old Country can understand, but the English spoken
to me is fluent and courteous. I wonder, does it hurt him,
a man who has made a career or serving his country, to hear
someone make rude comments about speaking in Spanish and
learning English? From someone, no doubt, who only speaks
one language. Or has he heard it so often that he no longer
even notices? It makes me mad. He has served in Korea,
Viet Nam and in Peace Time. And he has come here,
with his family, to honor The Dead. And still, he gets no
respect because people cannot see beyond his color and his language.
There are old men with Navy caps on and young girls with pierced
tongues. There are children too young to know where they are
and grandparents who gaze over the waters and smell the smoke
from the fires as they remember the day. A hush falls over the
gathering as we debark in small groups and enter the memorial.
Groups later in the day will not have the blessing of the peace
of the early morning, and we walk quietly, speak with hushed voices.
Some pray softly. Some place leis in front of the Wall of Names.
Some stand back in the shadows, tears in their eyes. All around,
the soft clicks and whirs of cameras can be heard as people quietly,
respectfully take photos photos to remind them, to help them keep
this experience with them when they return to shore and continue
their vacations.
Many blessings to our Service Men and Women
who currently serve This Nation, both those
in Harm's Way in the Middle East and those
who serve in other ways and who are just as
willing. And many blessings, too, to the
families and children of these Service Men
and Women, for they also serve.
For more information on the USS Arizona, visit the National Park Service
website at
http://www.nps.gov/usar.
USS Arizona
USS Missouri
Although the majority who died were Navy men, we have a soft spot in
our hearts for the Marines (yes, I know that the USMC is
part of the Department of the Navy - but try and get one of them to admit it).
Flowers float on the oil-slicked waters
Many people bring their leis and flowers to cast over the
watery grave.
Still visible just above the water line
pieces of the ship rust, slowly giving way to the elements.
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Never to be forgotten
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