A group of old soldiers and politicians hope to redress the grievance. At the south entrance to Washington Park stands a stone monument to Henry Johnson. The walkway is crusted with ice.
Tulips poke through the snow.
Skateboarders have been using the slab as a launching pad. The former Army sergeant mutters dire imprecations. Another soldier steps over, and they debate the best way to keep the kids away. Howe favors snipers on surrounding rooftops. They are even more protective of Henry Johnson, a railroad baggage handler who died before most of them were born.