Fort Snelling, near my old stomping grounds in more ways than one

Someone emailed this to me from the Star-Trib. It’s the National Cemetery in Fort Snelling, very near to where I grew up. I think my father brought me here while on his way over to Saint Paul, where he worked a bit in the State government. I was just a very little boy.

Cemeteries are impressive to little boys. There can be a real sense of patriotism instilled on such occasions, a real sense of religion. Religion and patriotism go together. Perhaps you notice that by looking at the picture. Thanks go to our vets. I couldn’t be here on Holy Souls Mountain without them.

So, an opportunity to pray for our vets who have passed away: Hail Mary…