In Oct, someone asked if I’d photograph a friend’s grandson’s grave during @WreathsAcross.
I explained, sheepishly, I can’t/won’t/don’t visit #Arlington w/ crowds. I promised I’d go afterwards.
I went today. 1/
I explained, sheepishly, I can’t/won’t/don’t visit #Arlington w/ crowds. I promised I’d go afterwards.
I went today. 1/
I don’t know the Marine, or his grandfather. I just know a broken-hearted man in the Midwest hadn’t been able to visit his grandson’s grave. http://www.legacy.com/link.asp?i=ls000186307611">https://www.legacy.com/link.asp... 2/
I put aside my own Arlington angst, and set out to find Sgt Talon Leach’s name, etched in marble. I knew, because he’d died in July, he’d be amongst the newest graves in Section 60. Essentially, he’d be at the back. 3/
I walked “the block” first, the familiar rows that bear the names of so many friends killed from 2003-2012. I took a few shots to send to friends, then walked on towards the last rows, where the sod gives way to soil. 4/
I found him, easily. His space, like the hundreds of thousands, was adorned with an evergreen wreath. I shot it, as is, first. Took a knee, took a moment, took a photo. 5/
I adjusted the wreath to ensure his name was showing, adjusted the ribbon so his unit was represented. 6/
Then, carefully, I removed the wreath to take a photo for his grandpa. I wanted to show him the entire marble mantle commemorating the life of his Marine, not quite 28 when he died. 7/
Considering he’d never been to Arlington, I tried to capture the whole scene, or at least the area where his grandson rests. 8/
I started to leave, and faltered. My mind’s eye kept searching out one more shot, to ensure his grandpa had the whole scene. 9/
I firmly believe, if we say their names, they will not be forgotten. https://marsocfoundation.org/sergeant-talon-leach/">https://marsocfoundation.org/sergeant-...
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