We spent the day exploring San Francisco, such a beautiful
town. At one point we found ourselves on
a mountain high above the bay, to the east lay the city and The Golden Gate and
to our west the great Pacific. We were
in a concrete bunker where during WW II a 1,000,000 gun was stationed that
could accurately hurl a 3100-pound shell 27 miles. The massive hole that held the turret still
had rusty nuts attached to bolts as big as your arm that was used to turn the
gun. I couldn’t help but think we were a
completely different people at that time.
We continued to wander around the city seeking out all the
natural landscapes and outdoor sculptures that made our visit so good. However time after time and even again this
morning I am struck by the meaning of that gun and the nation that built and
placed it. We are a different people
today.
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| Rolling the gun into place. |
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| Hope! |
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