It may be remembered by the media, but it leaves no lasting impression on the souls of men. It is forgotten. It was meant to be forgotten. People do not pilgrimage there, for it can give them nothing of worth. Plato reminds us that what is real is what endures.
Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age.
It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defended, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always, even death itself. So let me end where I began. Like all things human, it is always open to question. I am thinking of a small group of men, not soliders, not naval officers.