Uncle Roy

my grandpa's youngest brother, roy, died at only 20 years old fighting for the u.s. in a war against his father's homeland of japan. visiting his gravesite (and the tree planted next to it by my other great uncle) for a second time at arlington, and visiting the japanese american memorial near the capitol were special, emotional experiences. appropriately, the weather mimicked the sobering feeling of the day.

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