A tribute to fallen soldiers…

I’ve driven by the Fort Snelling National Cemetery in Minneapolis, MN many times and every time I want to stop and take some pictures.  Some may consider that a bit morbid – maybe, but for me, I think cemeteries can be incredibly peaceful, not to mention historical – pages of our past.  For instance, the picture at the right is of a cemetery in the heart of downtown Boston, Massachusetts. Yep, downtown Boston.  Its called the King’s Chapel and Burying Ground and is found along the Freedom Trail, a 2.5-mile, brick-lined route that leads you to 16 historically significant sites throughout downtown Boston. If you are ever in Boston, I would highly suggest checking it out.  A blog post will be coming soon to document my trip along Freedom Trail, so stay tuned!

I digress…anyway, in 1870 the Fort Snelling cemetery was created to serve as a burial place for soldiers who died while stationed at the fort. After World War I the citizens of St. Paul petitioned to have a national cemetery established in the vicinity. Congress passed legislation in 1937 that designated a potion of the Fort Snelling Military Reservation as a national cemetery. The entire site, administered by the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs, comprises 436 acres and remains the final resting place for over 180,000 service men and women. A humbling display of bravery, patriotism and commitment to freedom of those that came before us.

I had the distinct pleasure not long ago of what we in the airline industry call a “productivity break”.  A productivity break is a long sit between scheduled flights that does nothing but make our day longer…sometimes 13 hours plus. I could waste an entire post simply dedicated to these monsters, but this time I decided to make the best of my productivity break and be…well, productive.  I decided to venture outside the airport, enjoy the sun, and honor all the fallen soldiers the best way I know how – with pictures! Click on the image below to see my gallery/tribute to all the men and women, moms and dads, grandmas and grandpas who fought so I could be productive on my “productivity break.”