The Ultimate Sacrifice: Remembering American Heroes              Mark W. Hendrickson | May 26, 2014                                                                                 Share on Facebook      32                                                                                              
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  Last  year on Memorial Day, my wife, daughter and I were touring Cambridge,  England. We took a bus ride three miles out of the city to the  U.S. military cemetery there–one  of 25 American burial grounds administered by the U.S. government on  foreign territory. Cambridge University showed their deep gratitude for  their American ally in World War II by donating 30 acres to serve as a  final resting place for 3,812 Americans stationed in England who lost  their lives in the war.
    There is also a wall in this cemetery. Inscribed on it are the names  of 5,126 additional American servicemen whose bodies were never  recovered, including President Kennedy's older brother, Joseph Jr., and  the famous American bandleader, Glenn Miller.
    There is nothing quite like the solemnity and unique peacefulness  that pervades the atmosphere of military cemeteries. These hallowed  places, consecrated to the memory of fallen soldiers, sailors, and  airmen, touch the soul. These military cemeteries elicit the same  otherworldly feeling whether in the English countryside or at Arlington  National Cemetery across the river from Washington. I have never visited  the vast cemetery at Normandy, France, where 9,387 Americans are  buried, but friends who have were moved to tears there.
    Over the course of our country's history, tens of thousands of  Americans–most of them young and with decades of life still ahead of  them–made the ultimate sacrifice. Some were killed by enemy fire;  others, tragically, by friendly fire. Some succumbed to accidents, such  as a young man who was in boot camp with my Pop in 1923: He was joking  around; mockingly jumping to attention, he jammed the butt of his rifle  to the ground, and the rifle discharged a fatal bullet into his head.  Many others perished from diseases, most notably the masses of doughboys  killed by typhus in the trenches of World War I.
    As we remember all those premature deaths resulting from service to  their country, we must ask ourselves the inevitable questions about  military service: Why? Or, more specifically: For what and whom?
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