This is the day my Dad, a veteran of World War II, is a rock star. He goes to the school where my sister is a teacher's aid to talk to the kids about his experiences. First, their minds are boggled that somebody from WWII is still alive. Then they ask for his autograph. And write lovely thank-you notes to him for serving our country.
He stopped by this morning and I asked him what he was going to talk about today. He was in the navy, so today he's telling them that the men who died at sea don't have graves, so there are no white crosses for them. Yes, there are memorials, but they are not "beneath the crosses, row on row."
They lie beneath the waves.
May they all rest in peace.