Rusthof Cemetary
In Holland, on May the 4th, it's remembrance day. The flags are lowered and at eight o'clock sharp, the nation goes quiet for two minutes. After those two minutes, a single trumpet plays the "Last Post". That all happened almost exactly one hour ago.
It's the first time I was at the Rusthof cemetary on May the 4th. I recently adopted a wargrave there (Air Gunner Sgt. J. Wilson, RAF 158 sqdn) and brought some flowers for him.
Fortunally, I wasn't the only one. To my amazement, several hundred of Dutch civilians came with flowers to Rusthof. Not only elder people, but also lots of young families with children. I myself, am often a bit cynical when people talk about 'how to commemorate' because I didn't have much faith in my own generation. But I am glad to say that I might be totally wrong. We, the younger generation, have grown up with "May the fourth". It has become a part of our life, although we never experienced war. I am so glad that so many people turned up... my cynism is totally gone.
Here are some pics of the cemetary, the gravestone of Sgt. Wilson and the flowers with homemade card I brought with me tonight.





To 'kill' some time to eight o'clock... I photographed some of the epitaphs. Almost every stone has a different one. Some are very standard, others are very personal. Always impressive.




And finally some photo's of the Dutch wargraves, the Russian cemetary and the ceremony (notice the FIFTEEN flags... fifteen, because on Rusthof warcasualties from 15 different nations are burried).


