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The first time I stood in a international cemetery full of American dead, the wind did maximum of the conversing. It went row to row, crosses and Stars of David in best suited lines, the grass reduce to a stubborn exactness. In that position, speech sounds smaller than it should, which is part of the level. The silence is a ledger. Every neat stone is an entry, with the expense paid in full. We are quickly now to argue what the flag have to imply, to debate whether or no