Since last year a friend returned a copy of a picture we gave them years ago, the original of this photo was lost in the house fire, including the negative.
From a trip we made to Hawaii to visit Donie’s fathers grave in the veterans grave site in Maui and on this trip we were finally able to get a seat on the boat out to the Arizona Memorial.
The little boy was just standing there gazing at the wall when I came up and shot this picture. Was he looking for one name on that wall? An uncle, his grandfather; someone?
My paternal grandfather had been a Navy Man in WWI, re-enlisted in WWII and passed away soon after the end of the war from a service related illness. I never met him. I don’t even know where his grave is and now there is no one alive to ask.











I’ve been to the Arizona many times, the first as a young boy. Maybe the same age as the boy shown here. Each time I get so choked up that I cannot speak. Still, I ho back. The National cemeteries too. Never forget. God bless America.
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