It only seems right to visit, as we’re this side of the Atlantic. The monument itself is understated, some statues captured in motion in the park. The really touching part, though, is the museum itself. I found it - not oddly affecting, of course it’s affecting, but yeah. I don’t think I quite anticipated that it would hit me like that. A real monument to the perserverance of those who came before us and fought so I don’t have to particularly think much of this every day. There are a collection of books for visitors to leave specific memories in response to certain prompts. Alasdair takes the opportunity, and something stops me. I don’t quite feel able to, some combination of feeling like I’ve nothing to say, too much to say, and in either case not having the words to say it. A lot to think about.