Today, I visited the tomb of the unknown soldier. The funny thing about it is this, though, theres more than one. All my life I've thought there was one, but at the cemetary there are four at the cite of the tomb, one in a stone casket and three others before him. And they arn't the only unknowns from the war they represent. The unknown soldier from WW2 is one of four. The one that we see was chosen. Why distiguished him from the others? Why did he get picked?
These things I was considering while watching the changing of the gaurd.
Also today, we went to the memorial for the victims of the 9-11 attacks, specifically the Pentagon. Everyone it seemed who had visited had left something: flowers, pennys for luck, a war pin, and even rocks. At first I was like, rocks? Really? But then I thought about how I wanted to leave something but I had nothing to give. Am I so different from the people who left those rocks? They too felt obligated to leave something, and had nothing, but they had to give something. So they picked up a rock and left it. The only thing I had with me was a yellow hairband. So, like so many others before me, I left it for the people that perished in the 9-1 attacks. Its not so much for myself that I lefdt it, but rather for the people themselves. Its not really what you leave, but why you leave it. And I believe the reason why we leave things behind for memorials and such is so that others can see that we remember them, and also, in some small way, they see what we do for them too.
Fav quote of the day: "I regret that I have but one life to give for my country." Nathan Hale
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