This American War Cemetery is unusual, perhaps unique, inasmuch as it unites soldiers from different battles and theaters of war who were brought to Paris to receive treatment in one of her many hospitals. They are lying here, side by side, on a hillside above Paris, in some corner of a foreign field that will forever be America.
She rakes dead grass off the grave with the three names and one inscription: Forever in Our Hearts. The woman in work gloves and white sun hat picks up the dead grass and stuffs her plastic bag full for another trip to the ravine down the hill. She'll be back this week with her John Deere riding mower to navigate through the buttercupped rows at Annapolis' African-American burial ground.