I was doing a class project at the water front. I saw this gentleman, and ask if he served in any branch of the military? He answered that he AND his brother did. But his brother did not return. He was that to visit the memorial with the name of his brother. I at the time did not think any thing about it. But when I got done photographing a few things down the way, I came back down, and found him in a praying position. To me this has more of a meaning than praying to a god. Losing a sibling has a lot of meaning to me.