Veterans Day in Washington DC is certainly the appropriate day for the viewing of war monuments on the Mall, and that is exactly what we did. Joe, C and I walked from Dupont Circle, soaking up a day made of burnished and sun-warmed gold.
I was amazed at the neatness, the downright cleanliness, of DC. I wonder if the locals would agree.
We visited the new WWII Memorial first. Not offensive. Not brilliant. Oddly fascist/Italianate.
I was more impressed with the crowd. The true, unmitigated and un-Spielbergian sentiments of patriotism all around me were silent but deafening and surprisingly moving. Strangers looked into each other’s faces, wordlessly sharing memories, losses, angers, duty and pride. Old men were telling stories to children. We found ourselves standing in what might be one of the few places in the country that is neither blue nor red. For an hour or two, people seemed to check their opinions about this or that, and just be grateful for what has been provided and protected. On this level, the memorial accomplishes all that is required of it.
We also visited the Vietnam Memorial.
Joe took this picture of C in front of The Supreme Court, and has entitled it "Justice is Blind, and Hairy".