I don't have any photo's for this blog.  It's something special that I want to share.  I don't know were my files for the national cemetery in Holland are.  So, I'll tell you what happened when I was photographing the family from a distance.
    I noticed that my family was talking to an older Dutchman.  One of my brother-in-laws could speak some Dutch.  I seen some of the family crying after the man left.  My brother-in-law asked the Dutchman why he was placing flowers on a grave.  We found out that it was the Dutch version of Memorial Day.  Why that particular grave we asked.  The Dutchman answered, "When I was 8 years old, the Nazi's overran  our country.  When I was 13, the Americans came & freed us.  I promised that every Memorial day I would place flowers on a grave until I died.  I chose this grave.  This young American gave his life for me and my fellow Dutch at 19 so we could be free.  I am greatful for these young American Soldiers!
    That is why we were there in 1945.