I posted a photo series last Memorial Day and am inclined to do so again now. There is a kind of warm melancholia in these images. Like reminiscing on an old friend, now deceased. I doubt the millennial generation will ever fully comprehend what has been taken from them. Perhaps a few gawk uncomprehendingly at the photos in a Cracker Barrel restaurant as if they were the artifacts of some fictional Jurassic Park. Though it’s of no real consequence at this point since there is no pushing back on the string of time. Even future victory would little resemble what was lost from the past. The way is forward and through. But on this day alone, I’ll enjoy a lingering look back.