Reflections on Memorial Day

Their Forever Age

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell. – William Tecumseh Sherman

Arlington National Cemetery, Section 60. From a distance, the headstones all look the same. The military precision of their symmetry seems at first to confer near anonymity on the souls of those who rest beneath them. Walking in their midst, however, reading the names inscribed in bold black letters on white marble, one feels their individuality emerging. The inscriptions are simple: name, dates of birth and death, a military operation, an award, and at the top of each stone a cross, a Star of David, a crescent moon and star, or other symbol of religious affiliation. Simple, orderly, dignified……(Watch this site for more from The Wolves of Helmand: Stories from Afghanistan)