In Memoriam

When my daughter was eighteen months old, our family made a visit to the American cemetery at Epinal in eastern France, where my Uncle Doug, a WWII pilot, is buried. For reasons mysterious to us (she didn’t really talk much until age three), she left our side to make her own private pilgrimage among the tombstones, kissing each one before moving on to the next.


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