As we walked around, on one side there were bas relief "paintings". Of those going to the Atlantic, and those going to the Pacific. I looked at the pictures, as I walked along. Of them listening to the radio, getting their letter to go to war, having a physical, etc. until the end when the war is over, and they are dancing in the streets. It made me cry.
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