Running into an old friend

I spent a little time in York, PA on the day after the Fourth of July, sightseeing.  York once was the capital of the United States; it is where the Articles of Incorporation were ratified.

Gettysburg is thirty miles to the west, and after the terrific, terrible battle there in 1863, 14,000 wounded Union soldiers were transported to York for their convalescence at a site now set aside as Penn Park.  The Soldiers and Sailors Monument commemorates this ground.

Further to the north is the Prospect Hill Cemetery where there is a ring of honor atop the hill, guarded by a Union sentinel, enclosing the heroes who died of their wounds suffered at the most famous battle in American history.  On this hill, along the main street which runs the entire length of this town, there is an honor station commemorating the several sons of York who have been lost in this century's wars, and here I came across an old friend of mine, Adam Dickmyer, a York native, with whom I used to run in the District occasionally.

Adam was lost to us in Afghanistan eight years ago, but he is honored still in his hometown.  He was an NCO in the honor guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and he resides there still, for eternity.