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USS Arizona
Couldn't even set foot in the section with the wall of names
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Not sure if it's changed since I was there 25 yrs ago. Everyone arrives to get their tickets. It's a festive, touristy, vacationy mood. You wait in the gift shop, complete with snacks. Various conversations taking place, connections being made with fellow travelers.

When it's your group's turn, you are directed to a small movie theater. A short film plays narrated by Stockard Channing. It includes original footage from both the US and Japan.

By the end of this 23-minute film, you can hear a pin drop... and the quiet weeping of some in the audience.

I learned later that a few in our group were survivors traveling back to visit friends and fellow service members who died aboard the USS Arizona. A few other couples were relatives of those who died during the attack on Pearl Harbor.

The mood has shifted. We are reminded that this is a Memorial and a grave. We are to conduct ourselves accordingly; and we do.

We exit out the opposite side of the theater directly onto the gangway for the ferry. It's a short, quiet ride across to the memorial which floats above the USS Arizona.

I don't recall anyone speaking above a whisper the entire time aboard.

At the Tears of the Arizona, leis are cut and the flowers scattered* as one might drop a rose onto a casket. I am mesmerized watching both air bubbles and drops of oil make their way from the depths up to the surface.

(*Keep the string and dispose properly so it doesn't harm the sea life.)
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At the far end of the Memorial sits the Shrine; a marble wall with the names of those killed aboard the Arizona at Pearl Harbor. Off to the side is a plaque with the names of tw who survived.

By the time I made it to this beautiful remembrance, I was overwhelmed.

It was one of the most moving experiences so far in my life... and not one that I will soon forget.
I wonder how many of the survivers are still with us. I had a friend that died a few years ago who was on a destroyer in WWII he passed at 93 6 years ago and he went in the navy early. He wrote a book about his time in the navy. His ship was hit by a kamikazi at Okinawa. I was stationed there in the 60's and did demolition training at the location where the kamakazis were launched. He had a ring that was made from metal they saved from the kamikazi.
 
And also by the fans at Aston Villa and Sheffield Wednesday: wonderfully historic sounding names for great English football clubs!
I’m a bit of an Anglophile.

But mostly for their culture of punk rock, drinking , football and fighting!

Me an the missus been to a buncha football games. Molineux (v Birmingham City- insane) wolves away at Griffin Park (RIP) and also Upton Park (also RIP). Also memorable game at MK Away!
 
Good morning denizens of the diner. Hello Sub,Wat and Wonderer. The weather forecast ugly: cold hard rain, sleet, or freezing rain depending on where you are and the temperatures. Fortunately I do grandpa pickups. So it should just be cold rain.

Thoughts about war memorials: my most memorable was the Vietnam memorial in DC. As you and the crowd enter it, the crowd becomes quite and not even a whisper can be heard. It is a sobering experience.
 
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Oh, for Out West, Wat splurged (not splooged, damn it) and squandered hard-earned monies on a 40' Connex. Think "overseas shipping container" for you who are not initiated. Since there will be the acquisition of some household furnishings and Wat needs a more-gooderer place to stash One Old Car, this should get it done for a decent price, no labor, and secure. It made perfect sense, and kudos to the landlady for good shooping Skillz in finding it for decent pricing.
 
Good morning denizens of the diner. Hello Sub,Wat and Wonderer. The weather forecast ugly: cold hard rain, sleet, or freezing rain depending on where you are and the temperatures. Fortunately I do grandpa pickups. So it should just be cold rain.

Thoughts about war memorials: my most memorable was the Vietnam memorial in DC. As you and the crowd enter it, the crowd becomes quite and not even a whisper can be heard. It is a sobering experience.
I tear up at the wall, I have two rubbings.
 
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