Just like most Americans, many of my relatives were World War II veterans. My paternal grandfather was a turret gunner in North Africa and Italy and my maternal grandfather was an infantryman in Italy. Numerous great-uncles served, including one in the South Pacific as well as one who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. When I first heard about plans to construct a memorial to honor all of the World War II veterans, I immediately sent a donation. While it was not a large amount by any means due to my menial income as a teenager, I was still happy to help. As a donor, I received periodic updates on the memorial's construction and also was able to record my relatives' names in the memorial's registry. The memorial opened to the general public in 2004 but it wasn't until 2009 that I finally got to visit in person. It's massive and mirrors the enormity and scope of the largest war ever fought in modern times. Fifty-six granite pillars, each at a height of 17 feet, are arranged in a semicircle around a plaza; each pillar is inscribed with the name of one of the 48 United States in 1945 as well as the District of Columbia, the Alaska Territory, the Territory of Hawaii, the Commonwealth of the Philippines, Puerto Rico, Guam, American Samoa, and the United States Virgin Islands. Also featured are two triumphal arches, one to mark each of the war's theaters-the Atlantic and the Pacific. There is also the Freedom Wall which features 4,048 gold stars, each representing 100 Americans who died in the war.