esquire.com – June 6 is always one of the more fraught days on the calendar. The annual anniversary of the D-Day landings in France would be more than enough for one day to carry through history, but June 6 also happens to be the day on which, after lingering for several hours, Robert F. Kennedy died in Los Angeles at the age of, god help us all, 42.
There are few things more striking at Arlington National Cemetery in Washington than the simple white wooden cross that marks his grave on the small slope next to the larger gravesite of his brother, John. They built a memorial to RFK nearby in 1971, which always struck me as something of a shame. That cross seemed most in keeping with the presidential campaign he ran, and with the man he’d become in the years since his brother’s murder.
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