During our vacation in South Carolina, John and I toured an aircraft carrier. It was interesting to see all the parts of the ship, read about different duties that a sailor completed, see the planes (I never knew they 'folded up' the wings and lowered the planes into a lower level of the ship), and rehear John's story about his dad: Wayne was in the Navy and their ship was docked when the 'plane elevator' suddenly blew up. Wayne just happened to be on watch that night and was safe from the explosion. However, his buddies were asleep in the bunk room next to the elevator and all were killed. John's middle name is in honor of Wayne's best friend (William),who passed away in that tragedy. I came away from the museum with sadness for lives lost in all the wars, and a deeper appreciation for all our soldiers.