
It was a more somber night than the usual raucous, fun-loving, Waterfire celebrations of the past. Taps, played by uniformed trumpeters positioned along the river, added to a moving event.

It was a more somber night than the usual raucous, fun-loving, Waterfire celebrations of the past. Taps, played by uniformed trumpeters positioned along the river, added to a moving event.
I was standing in the cold rain Thursday night, balancing an umbrella in one hand, and a camera in the other. Feeling a little miserable. Then it occurred to me that I’m not being shot at, and the odds of stepping on a booby trap before getting home were slim to none. I looked at the names again. They immediately put everything in perspective.

