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The chapel was a quaint little building set off to one end of the complex, a bit of a walk but not too far. There were flowers everywhere on the outside in shades of pink and purple, yellow and white. A weeping willow on either side of a winding path seemed inviting, and the building itself reminded me of a cottage out of a fairy tale. It was nice.

"Your grandmother designed this building," Dad whispered as we followed other people up the cobblestone sidewalk. "After Grandpa died, she decided it would be nice to have a little place to remember those who gave everything for the cause."

The way my dad said that reminded me of the type of phrases people say on Veteran's Day, or maybe if they were fighting against the Empire. I thought, in a way, this was a sort of a war. I hadn't really considered it that way before.