At first I wasn't sure what to feature
for the topic sacred place,
but as I pondered over it,
I kept coming back to the memorials in Washington D C.
My husband and I took my father about 9 years ago
to visit my brother and his family in Harrisburg, PA.
Together we took Dad to see the WWII monument.
It was a cold day and Dad was hurting,
so he didn't see everything that we saw,
but he saw what mattered the most to him.
I have featured Dad and the Washington trip before.
For those of you who are new to my blog,
my dad was a POW in Germany during WWII.
He was captured during the Battle of the Bulge.
[Click on all photos to see them larger.
That will especially help with the quotes
and the space capsule monuments.]
Here is the pool of fountains that makes up part of the WWII monument.
The Washington monument is in the background.
Below are more photos of it.
Here is Dad.
Note the words beside him
and in the next photo.
These are glimpses of the Korean War monument.
The one above and the next few are in memory of those who fought in
the Vietnam War.
Below is the wall of names.
My husband's hand is underneath a casualty from our small town.
I still remember when we got word of Bill Young Jr.'s death.
His family lived down the street from us
and they were members of my dad's church.
Dad had the funeral.
This one particularly struck me.
The nurses of the Vietnam War were unsung heroes for many years.
Next are the memorials to members of two space capsules
that were casualties in our country's race to space.
In the middle of them is one dedicated to members of our armed forces
who died trying to free American hostages in Iran
April 25, 1980.
Then there is the cemetery.
There is a hush that came upon me
in reverence to those who died for our freedom.
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
All of these are sacred places (to me)
where we pay homage to those who helped
keep our country and parts of the world free
throughout the years.
For more views around the world,
go to Francesca's Fuoriborgo
for Corner View.