Tomorrow, as I have done for many years, I will pick up some flowers and head to the National Cemetery in town. We will just walk around, looking for a stone that looks like it has been long unattended. As I tell my wife, I will know when the stone talks to me. I more or less look for a Korean or Vietnam era, young, like a person who came home through Dover. A stone that looks like it hasn't been visited in some time. Not that nobody cared, but people remarried, moved, died.
We just leave the flowers, talk, think, wonder who this person was, what they did.
When I get home I try to find out any information about the person, usually with no luck. Sometimes I find little bits.
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