When I was a small child attending school in Honolulu, we had a tradition that each school child would make one plumeria lei, just the right length, and it, along with thousands of other leis made by thousands of other school children, would be placed on one of thousands of grave markers in Punchbowl, the National Cemetery of the Pacific. Even as a child, and into my adulthood, every visit to Punchbowl hushed and humbled me.
Here’s to peace in our time.
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