The cemetery gate looked majestic.

The weather was quite fitting for the somber location.

I always like flags.

Here you can really see the arc the rows followed. I appreciated the footsteps on the ground. They seemed almost analogous to the cemetary itself, lasting reminders of those who'd passed this way before me but were now gone.

Jenny and I pose at Patton's grave, which is separated from the others in it's own area. Yes, I'm trying to smile through my chattering teeth. ;-)

Again, at Patton's grave. This time Freddy (left) and Marcus (right), two of our German friends from the church, are posing for the camera.

Up close and personal with Patton's cross.

I liked the gentle arcs of the rows.

Here you can see the rock of remembrance on the right ledge of the star.