Memorials Are More Than Stones

“It’s so far from home,” Andrew said, after he had stared at the memorial for a solid two minutes. I understood what he meant.

Edmund “Ted” Deeter Jr. Courtesy of Rachael Dymski

I squinted at the stone memorial in the bright sun, trying to hold back my hair as the wind blew it around my face. My husband, daughter, and I had just pulled up to a small green building located behind the Thurleigh Airfield in Bedford, England.

Aside from the memorial I saw in the corner of the fenced lot, the field was empty.