Then we came to the listings for Dad's old squadron and we all stopped while he bent down to read the names. He straightened up and said in a odd thick voice, "I never knew what happened to some of those men."
Dismayed I looked up at the tears in his eyes. I'd never seen my father cry. In my childish way I understood that Dad had a very important wish ... that it should never happen again.
In the classroom I argued, "We have to remember so we don't forget."
Sadly the wars go on. This photo was taken at the end of the hall where names are still being added today.