Spontaneity is often key when touring. A small detour here or there often brings reward. Although for those we visit today, there is little earthly reward.
Today’s on route stop off brings us to a halt at The American Cemetery and Memorial, Cambridge. A thirty odd acre site donated by the University of Cambridge in 1943. Another reminder of the tragic and ruthless result of war.
We have the place virtually to ourselves, so to speak. The grey windy, wet day, discourages many others. Takes on our sombre mood, as we reflect on the enormity of bravery we can never conceive. The most immaculate rows of white on green do their utmost to honour each individual sacrifice.
Open 363 days each year, the visitor centre graphically informs, illustrates and demonstrates on a global and individual basis how the Americans came to the aid of the allies war effort. We are touched deeply by some individual tragedies. The irony of surviving a desperate war-time situation, only then to be hit by a car, during blackout, for example.
The Chapel, a work of art and design. Its regular chime breaks the silence and welcomes the fallen home.
