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i lived in germany two decades ago. a good friend of mine, also a co-worker, was being visited by his in-laws. their family and mine took a road trip to belgium, and we stopped in luxembourg on the way. my friend's father in law said he'd like to see the american cemetery there, so we went. we were looking around (patton is buried there), but after a while it became evident that the old man wasn't. he was going up and down the rows. i realized he was looking for something. after 20 or 25 minutes, he stopped and stood there staring for a few minutes. then he walked over to a nearby bench, sat down, and started crying.
his 5 year old grandson didn't understand, and he said to me "grandpa looks sad. let's go cheer him up." i said "ya know, christopher, i think he just wants to be alone right now. waddaya say we try and cheer him up in a little while?" he thought that would be okay
i remember that cemetery like it was yesterday...
'In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, "Make us your slaves, but feed us." '
-Fyodor Dostoevsky's Grand Inquisitor