October 19, 2011 in Sad
Once upon a time I visited the American Memorial at Omaha Beach, France. There was a simple monument abutting a cemetery of staggering symmetry. I was impressed with the perfection and geometry of the headstones. Row upon row of crosses stood in rigid alignment. Jewish stars scattered amongst conformed to the same tight tolerances. They were not crying fields and my life wasn’t changed, but I appreciated the effort and statement.