Since I was four years old we would go up to Willamette National Cemetery to put flowers on my Dad's grave. As a kid I always hated the long drive then the long walk across the other graves to get to Dad's site. He was just a few rows from the fence line then, which has disappeared down the hill now as the area has grown to take in so many more vets. Mom is now buried right next to him. Since Mom died my sister and I have maintained that routine until this year. She really can't make the trek anymore and for some reason I no longer feel the need.
Now my brother a Vietnam War vet and my brother in law, a Koren War vet are all on the hill close to Dad. Daddy was a WWI vet. He died before I was old enough to hear any of his stories. I'm sure he had some good ones. I know he was in France, that's where he received his back injury from an over turned jeep. He had a purple heart. Served in Company A, 308th Military Police.
Have a great day.