Seven years ago, my family and I took our first trip to Hawaii. It had been my desire, since learning more about my uncle, to visit his grave in the Punchbowl Cemetery on the island of Oahu.
As we walked along row after row of graves, searching for the one belonging to Pete, we passed many, many markers like this one.
Some of these markers even rested on ground that held the remains of several “unknowns,” buried together.
Later on during our stay in Honolulu-as we were visiting the USS Arizona Memorial, and saw the columns of names of the men lost that day-I couldn't help thinking that some of those names matched some of those “unknowns” we ‘d seen at Punchbowl.
For their sake, and the sake of their loved ones who never had an actual place to say their goodbyes, I’ll remember Pearl Harbor.