I didn't have the photos here when I wrote of Ken Burns' moving treatment of World War II, the last good war. When I went to Durham Western Heritage Museum to see the giant Christmas tree, I took photos of the bronze statues in the main lobby, all from the 1940s World War II era, constant reminders to visitors of how much we owe our veterans.
I choose to think of the woman buying her ticket as a war bride traveling to meet her husband in the service, a nice counterpart to the family seeing off their veteran, if I read that grouping correctly. All of these are moving reminders of the war years, And here am I, in that same time period, wearing the uniform Gram sewed for me, standing in the back yard when we lived at the station.
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