I had never heard of the National Memorial Cemetery Of The Pacific.
Hope I get to go soon…
And I am so thankful that many of those young boys did make it home.
For I would not exist if they hadn’t.
So many lives and possibilities, paying for freedom that the masses don’t even realize they have…
I want to tell you, about a place in Honolulu that is quieter still than the Arizona: the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific. They all seem to be twenty years old, the boys buried up there in the crater of an extinct volcano named Punchbowl, twenty and nineteen and eighteen and sometimes not that old.
-Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem