And within all else she was, she was keeper and protector of the grief by which she cherished what she had lost.
I thought a good deal about Forrest Junior and wondered where he was buried and if anybody even knew where. I imagined that soldiers who are killed in war just disappear from the places where they are killed. Their deaths may be remembered by the comrades who saw them die, if the comrades live to remember. Their deaths will not be remembered where they happened. They will not be remembered in the halls of the government.
Where do dead soldiers die who are killed in battle? They die at home—in Port William and thousands of other little darkened places, in thousands upon thousands of houses like Miss Gladdie’s where The News comes, and everything on the tables and shelves is all of a sudden a relic and a reminder forever.
Here’s a narrated video data visualization of WWII military and civilian deaths by country, in both European and Asian theatres:
You can find an interactive version of this data visualization here: The Fallen of WWII
Previous Remembrance Day posts are here.
Lest we forget.