[54blackhornet]

Thanks Sunshine for your reply ! When I was growing up my father managed numerous cemeteries in central Florida. Memorial Day was a special time. I would help out with putting little American flags on all the veterans graves. Afterwards we would go out to the cemetery just before dusk and just sit and watch the flags flutter in the breeze. I swear you could hear voices coming from the hollowed grounds. This is my other uncle who managed to survive WWII, Korea and Vietnam. His demons lived with him until the day he passed.