The Second Arlington
We stopped by the American Military Cemetery in Manila today. Even if my British education had covered the details of Americas history, I wouldn’t have guessed that in the midst of WWII, it was The Philippines that saw so much loss that today it holds that largest American Military Cemetery outside of Arlington.
It’s a powerful place that’s actually rather serene. I walked around the large memorial that sits in the center of the enormous graveyard and touched each wall filled with names, thinking about sacrifice and being so far away from home, until I got to the B’s, and stopped. I thought about my Grandpop. He served in the South Pacific in the navy during WWII, mostly in Samoa. And I was grateful. Grateful that in all that honorable sacrifice, that there was no “Bruce” on that wall.