I confess to seeing too much Albert Speer in the National World War II Memorial.

And yes, the dedication stone continues today's fashion for the excessively grandiloquent.

Viewed in isolation, the arches and columns do have that Albert Speer quality about them.

But on that same trip, I arrived at and later departed from Washington Union Station, and then the penny dropped.

I wonder if the designers of the World War II Memorial had Union Station in mind at all.  Daniel Burnham well-predates Albert Speer, and those colums may predate Franklin D. Roosevelt.

If there is an allusion to Union Station, and to the railroads, in that monument, it is apt.

One day during the 1944 Christmas rush, nearly four hundred thousand people, many of them in service, passed through Pennsylvania Station in New York.

New York Pennsylvania Station, July 1944.

And as part of the U.S. war effort, any recruit or trooper travelling more than four hundred miles went Pullman.

Unidentified troop train courtesy Kingly Heirs.

That's not to mention the tons of raw materials headed to the various assembly plants and the guns, tanks, jeeps, locomotives, rations, medical supplies and more than a few landing craft billed to the ports.

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