Bath National Cemetery at San Juan Avenue, Bath, New York.

Here, and the Chapel next door, I feel a great stillness as on large bodies of water. Reverent pride floats me along senseless pathways through systematic rows of cold white reality, unending endings, stretched across green hills. Undead, sunkissed marble statues dance through branches, as I wind ever upwards toward the Flag. The symbolism does NOT escape me.
The caretakers go beyond job performance, it's obviously a sense of duty.
" Here, the price of freedom is visible. "