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Medal of Honor Art Project By: Susan MeeLing : Post #3 of 3 Total Posts
...continued from the prior #1 and #2 journal entry blog posts...
When going through this area I had picked up a few of the recipients rubbings though was unable to find the majority of the ones on the list of names I found for the state, though I also tried to stop by the area where #CalamityJane is buried. Due to the type of gates and what I had read from the signs in #Deadwood I knew I would not be able to complete a rubbing of her marker, though the drive was extremely interesting. I had hoped I would be able to see a few moose (I call them baby meesies) because I think they are so adorably cute, and I was able to see a Mommy Moose with her baby. Though I wanted to get a picture of the two I knew if I made any sudden movements which startled them that Mommy moose would charge at me in the rental car with full force, so I stayed in the car watching them in amazement and awe. Though I also thought of how tasty moose steak is, I also knew I did not have the weaponry to stop that type of an animal; as all I would be able to do to try to save myself was try to punch the moose in the nose, which I am guessing those animals are much stronger and can take more of a wallop than a punch from me.
Later after admiring them for a little bit to drive in the direction of Sturgis I watched a large herd of I do not know what animals they were, but they crossed the road and I stopped the car instantly. I told a former #Marine about those animals and tried to describe them and he asked if I thought they were #reindeer but I do not recall reindeer looking anything remotely close, to whatever those animals were. When in the Mason cemetery looking for that Medal of Honor recipient another herd of similar looking animals but not the same ran through the hills and I decided to stay in the rental car and after the last ones ran through I put the car in reverse, backed down the hill, and left that area. I figured whatever those animals were had a bigger animal hunting after them and I would be an easy target, so to prevent any damage to myself; I left without being able to find that Medal of Honor recipient from the Mason area of that cemetery.
As I knew a few motorcyclists who were at the #Sturgis #motorcycle event, I thought I might be able to find them. However I did not know Sturgis had so many motorcyclists until around the third or fourth campground I drove passed, and I realized I probably would not find the group out of the many motorcyclists there. They told me they were at a campground and because I had no idea how big the event actually is, it took me awhile to realize there was more than one campground; and even longer to realize there were multiple acres to each campground area. Those I know who have ridden and/or ride motorcycles would have laughed as to how that went, though at the same time been a little astonished of how little I knew of such. Despite the fact I have modeled sitting on and being near motorcycles; I am actually quite nervous around them because I comprehend unlike a car, motorcycles do not have the bubbles from airbags nor an encompassing bubble around them for the driver. Also with the amount of work which goes into the paint jobs, I did not ever want to damage any one of the motorcycles I was around. Funny enough one day when driving with my son in Washington state I saw a motorcyclist accidentally have his motorcycle fall over and since at a red light I got out of the car, asked if it was okay for me to help, and I helped pick up the motorcycle to stand upright to get back into the car before the light changed to green.
Despite only finding a total of four names of Medal of Honor recipients for this state online I had gone through to get who I could before going to a hotel for one night in Minnesota to rest briefly, at a #Super8 hotel. There was a point in time the construction on the highway was taking a bit of time and I spoke with the construction worker for a little bit who was holding the sign, but otherwise the trip went fairly quickly. Once I arrived at the hotel I had slept for a little bit and was able to, I continued on my way to finish the eastern side of South Dakota while then driving through Nebraska. In each state I went through I had to call 9-1-1 to inform the operator to let the fire department know where I saw a large flame and/or smoke; which each state I had been in when driving through between 2014-2019, I would guesstimate would or could equal of over 20 times.
I know when I was in Montana on the way to Missoula I received a call back from the fire department to give a better description of where on I90 the fire I saw was and when I was in Arlee Montana leaving the Thousand Buddha Labyrinth I pulled into a driveway to inform the people of that house of the fire across the highway on the mountain because my cellphone would not work and I hoped they would have a landline and be able to get to safety, though those occurrences I thought were natural to inform the 9-1-1 operators know and/or the local people of the area, to keep people safe; however I already sent my handwritten letter about what I saw in Montana in reference to when going to pick up the rubbing for Laverne Parrish. I think I may have been lucky enough to escape something I did not realize could have been en extremely dangerous situation for me, being alone in the area; though only recently did I think about or realize that
I had also gone to #Nebraska in 2017 for the Solar Eclipse to also pick up Allsworth, Coker, and one other Medal of Honor recipient from a nearby area though the GPS would not locate the address nor the coordinates I found online near the #Fairfield area of Nebraska, though I did attend the Solar Eclips while I was in that state. I had told my son, my now ex-boyfriend, as well as many others who I knew at the time "No one except for me should be in that cemetery at all except at most one or two people if they are visiting people who are their relatives who are buried in those grounds with markers ther, but otherwise I should be the only one there; and if there are any visitors those people would not be staying in the cemetery area for longer than 20 minutes and not for the Solar Eclipse."
My son, my now ex-boyfriend Jesse Leroy Hoover Jr, and the other people I discussed my Medal of Honor Art Project trip for that year whom I had known in the #SeaTac area had all agreed with me of what I thought and had believed. Others who I had known in the #Seattle and #Tacoma regions told me "If anyone else was there and there were more than two people, than to pay attention to being #stalked and #harrassed." However the conversations went over a six to seven month time of which I was planning the following year for the 2017 Medal of Honor Art Project trip were kept in the back of my thoughts, it was not until afterwards could I remember the comments stated by those people I knew in Seattle and Tacoma Washington of such. I realized there were over 30-50 people who were in that cemetery location and though I was respectful of where I went, I cannot say the same for those people who were in there. I watched as people sat on markers eating food and others using the markers as picnic tables instead of being respectful of the grounds and those within, keeping their food off of the markers; which disgusted me immensely.
I had left shortly after the #SolarEclipse ended and the daylight began to return instead of the other plans I had for myself, because of the annoyances from those people who were in the cemetery, the treatment to the individual spirits throughout that cemetery, as well as their disregard for any form of respect to the area and the spirits within the area. Due to the reality of which those people had composed themselves during that time, I had lost any appetite I had for the #stromboli from the local restaurant that I had genuinely wanted to go and try. Though I knew there was a possibility for me to be able to return to have some of that food later on, even to this day I am quite upset of not being able to stop in that location. However to make sure I was respectful to the people who live in the state of Nebraska as well as to the local businesses even though I did not need to get gas for my car with as the mileage was, I made sure to purchase a few gallons here and there to ensure the people knew of the regard I have and had for their area.
When leaving the state to return to Colorado for the last portion of that year's trip in 2017 and though I have lost the micro chip from the camera which I purchased on Amazon.com for a #fisheye camera to take pictures of the Solar Eclipse when I was there and had not been able to review the pictures, at least I was able to look directly into the area of the Solar eclipse without any damages to my retinas or body; and that camera did not capture a single aspect of what I saw that day. I look forward to the day I am will allow myself to respond to the questions in regards to what I saw and that which I experienced, as well as what images were seen for what I know was captured in those pictures would be minimal in comparison to what I saw when I landed at the bottom of the ocean when visiting the area of the #BermudaTriangle for the #USSVandenberg also known as #USNSVandenberg; of which I did not take any pictures of. Though a different journal blog entry for another day though similarly to the 2017 Solar Eclipse, the aspects I write of will be minimal comparatively.
When I left for my Medal of Honor Art Project trip to drop off some of my Medal of Honor Art Pieces which were not already dropped off earlier that summer, I then went to Iowa for those pick ups. Though I had found information for 42 Medal of Honor recipients online; I was only able to find the location for 19 of the Medal of Honor recipients. The rest of the time I was in Iowa I had driven around to see the sights. There were more times I called 9-1-1 in reference to fires I saw and there were several locations I had driven out to the locations to give the exact whereabouts of the fires for the 9-1-1 operators. In one instance I found a fire which was controlled through the company area, as the workers continued to tend to the flames and added more materials to that fire at the construction site location; which meant I did not call 9-1-1.
In another location I drove out to the burning group was clase to what looked like a propane tank and thus I put the rental car into reverse gear, backed away from the area, crossed to the other side of the street in front of a white house with green shutters, and I dialed 9-1-1. Though I tried to give the GPS coordinates to the female 9-1-1 operator as well as the address, she was incapable of listening to the information or at minimum understanding what I was saying. Thankfully a male in a green Ford Ranger drove around the corner, stopped his truck next to my rental car, and spoke with the female 9-1-1 operator to give her the precise location. When the call was completed he left, as had I. The final specific 9-1-1 call for a fire had been when I had seen the smoke from the highway I was on, drove out to the location, found the farmhouse barn which was engulfed in flames, and then attempted to call 9-1-1. While trying to explain to the female 9-1-1 operator of where I found that fire I found a construction company called Lee's Construction of which a male was walking outside, and I quickly turned my rental car into the front area of the property.
I told him of what I saw and tried to hand him my cellphone but instead he reached for his cellphone, called a number, and told the person "Hey, your barn is on fire." When he got off of his cellphone he looked at me and told me he had informed the property owner of the fire and I asked, "What am I supposed to do with this 9-1-1 phone call?"
He told me "Hang up, she's useless." and so I said "Goodbye" to that female operator to then speak with the male from Lee's Construction, which he informed me the owner of that property was a Fire Fighter and he would take care of the situation. I asked if I was needed to stay for any reason and the male asked me "Did you start the fire?" and of course I said "Absolutely, not! I know better!" of which the male said "Thank you for letting us know, we will handle the situation from here. The firemen will be on their way, and you can go on wherever you were going." So, I did.
There was a news report I saw later of which a college age student had gone missing in the #Coralville area and I had sent information to the locals in a handwritten letter later on when I realized I thought I had recognized certain aspects of, though I had not heard back from anyone; similar to several aspects of my Medal of Honor Art Project and the issues which had arisen while doing so.
Due to the amount of time which I had left over when I was in Iowa to pick up those Medal of Honor recipients, I had felt an urge to go to Crystal Lake Illinois. After growing up in the state of New Jersey and having been moved there in 1998 as a teenager before my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury when I was in Basic Training at #FortSill #Oklahoma to then wake up from my coma at #FotSamHouston in #SanAntonio #Texas with the subarachnoid hemmorage in the frontal left temporal lobe of my brain with #headaches, #migraines, #memorydeficits, #cognitivedisorders, and having gone from #college #Algebra with #Trigonometry and #Calculus to 2nd Grade Math well after being in the Medical Hold Unit before it became the name of the #WarriorTransitionUnit; I had been nervous to go back to the state of New Jersey in fear of how I would feel not remembering aspects I should be able to if I did not have memory problems from my head injury on Psalm Sunday in 2000.
I forced myself to go out to #CrystalLake and during the drive I realized, nothing looked familiar. In attempts to push myself forward despite the headache pain levels and despite the fear I felt, I continued going to the town. I put the address I lived at wishing to be wrong about my fears of not remembering, and when the GPS said I had arrived; I thought I had missed my turn. I tried programming the #GPS one more time and I drove around, only to find out I could not remember the house. The overwhelming feelings of failure within myself I could not hide and I turned the car to park in a nearby cold-e-sac, covering my face and trying to not let my emotions show; however I could not stop the tears from pouring out from my eyes. I had felt weak many times before, but the amount of disappointment I felt within myself is difficult for me to put into words.
Though it was the Drill Sergeant's choice to throw me into the metal part of the bunk during Basic Training at Fort Sill Oklahoma after smoking me for over 45 minutes (I only began counting the minutes using the clock on the wall across from the location of the bunk I was at in my barracks), though the subarachnoid hemmorage formed because of the damages done when that Drill Sergeant had done so to me back in 2000, though because of the injury I have been dealing with memory deficits and cognitive disorders since waking up from the coma that Drill Sergeant caused me along with having gone from College Algebra with Trigonometry and Calculus to 2nd Grade Math; I thought at some point I would be able to remember. Instead, I sat in my rental car crying like a little baby because I could not remember anything about where I was at.
I thought because there had been almost two years of time before my time in the military I would be able to recall something from the area especially since so many people accused me of purposefully forgetting them instead of accepting the reality of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury effects, but I guesstimate if anyone who truly knew me when I was in Illinois had seen me; they would have learned and/or know I never could lie before my head injury, despite their opinions before I went to the area that year. Though I guesstimate there were a few individuals who never doubted me and I do hope to hear from and see them soon, but in reference to those who did; I truly do not know what more they could have expected when I expected so much more from myself. Then again I also believe at times, we can be our own most judgmental and give the most detailed critiques of ourselves.
After returning to Washington state from that trip, several situations occurred. My son decided he wanted to move out of the rental house after signing the paperwork to join The United States of America's Armed Forces Army Branch, to graduate high school a year earlier than the time schedule for his class. As I had been emancipated to do so when I had graduated high school a semester early in #CrystalLake #Illinois I had felt I would have been hypocritical if I did not allow him to do as such, though I also knew he had much more of a background than many others who might want to join The United States of America's Armed Forces. He had known of what wrongs could occur in various levels as well as the good which can happen with honorable service to the greatest country in the world, because of our Constitutional Rights and Amendments of The United State of America. He also has the ability to use multiple forms of college applications as his father's death benefits could get him quite far, but also being my son he would have those additional benefits to give extra time for a further college degree while also having the benefit of health insurance. He would have the ability as long as he kept his grades up to par, to graduate with at least 2 Bachelors Degrees as well as up to 2 PhDs; if he wanted to just as his sister could and would be able to, and that would be outside of if they applied for extra Federal Grants if they wanted another set of Degrees from reputable colleges.
Ironically shortly after that time my now ex-boyfriend broke up with me because of how I was upset he had used my son's towel for a place-mat at his desk in the room outside of the room I was kept in, and he threw me out of the rental house. I informed the owners of the rental house, removed the now ex-boyfriend from my cellphone account, got my own apartment at The Lodge at Madrona Apartment Complex and though the apartments were nice and the staff members were extremely nice and helpful; it was because of the female and male in apartment #N208 from October 2018 until I moved out in 2019 who were a problem for me. I tried to work on my Medal of Honor Art Project pieces from Iowa but because of the energies from those people in #N208, I did not feel comfortable continuing their art pieces because of how the energies from that female (green and purple-ish hair) and male (short brown hair and taller than I) had acted around me. The energy when passing by their apartment to walk down the stairs to my apartment disgusted me, and I had called the Tacoma Police Department as well as the FBI because of the Tacoma Police Officer's suggestion to about other aspects; more-so in reference to my Medal of Honor Art Project after the nice agents I spoke with in JBLM's CID (Criminal Investigation Division) had told me to contact The #Pentagon.
I tried to ask those 'people' in #N208 nicely in a handwritten pink ink letter to please not be so loud and instead of the letter I had taped to their door using packing tape, the front office had a piece of paper in black ink; of which I had not sent to anyone nor would as when I send handwritten letters I am respectful and I do not make or write threats to mail off or send, though it looked like a notation I had made in reference to another fiction book idea I had to create and write instead. One evening in 2019 the male from #N208 came out of the bushes to speak with me at night in the parking lot and had already made so much noise in their apartment above mine when I attempted to speak with them, he threw a temper tantrum. I had already called the security about the noises from their apartment above mine multiple times over, though no one had been able to do anything at the time; which had been after I took myself to the emergency room for additional pain levels which were not normal for me to experience.
Due to the treatment from the people in #N208 and the inability for the staff at The Lodge at Madrona Apartment Complex to help in a way to lower the pain levels, I had to get a doctor's note to get out of that lease because of how much worse that location had been to my medical disabilities from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury after effects. However while I cannot prove such and only people who work with technology stuff would be able to, I feel as though those 'people' from #N208 were the ones who were in the Montana Vortex in 2018 when I was trying to relax after that year's Medal of Honor Art Project trip who were attempting to take a selfie when I was in the center of the circle trying to do some yoga to help myself. If so, how many years of stalking and harassment have those 'people' caused me and the ones I care about? There had been a time when I was taking a shower (anyone who lives in older apartment buildings or who has knows when a shower is turned on the ability to hear the water running is quite loud) and after I had gotten into the shower I heard the door from #N208 slam, someone heavy footed walking down the stairs from that apartment, someone bang on my door, and though I ignored them because I was not going to get out of my shower to grab a towel to answer the door after several minutes; that person stomped up the stairs and the door to #N208 opened and slammed shut. There had been another instance when I was returning to my apartment which a male from #N208 opened the door as I was walking in the hallway and brought a Great Dane outside into the hall area to tell me the bags I carried had scared the dog, and yet the sounds from #N208 had caused the dog in the apartment of #N207 to become far more skiddish than he already was because of their yelling and slamming sounds in #N208.
There had been a time when my son visited me and if his eyes could have shot torpedoes from them when he was looking at the apartment door of #N208 when he and I walked passed that area, I would have seen some serious amounts of explosions. If the dad of the family who is from Montana had the ability to shoot daggers out from his eyes similarly when passing by apartment #N208, I would have seen some damages to those 'people'. When someone I once knew many years ago from SCUBA Diving came to visit me in Tacoma had walked passed the door of #N208, I could have sworn I thought I heard "Old School Motorcycle Law" utter from his mouth, though he said nothing. When a male I met in Seattle had walked passed #N208 I could have seen rockets shooting when he viewed that door, when walking passed that door. When maintenance crew from the office area walked with me towards my apartment, the males went down the hill instead of down the stairs when going by if they did not have equipment in their hands; seemingly to avoid those 'people' of #N208. However it took me awhile to have the ability to recognize such with actual words comparatively, though I could not tolerate the aura energy of those 'people' and their associates who stayed in that apartment. For example when one female who I heard leave their apartment to walk down the stairs came to knock on my door unlike when the sisters, the Elders, and others of the apartment complex had come to my door; I refused to open the door when I heard #N208's door open and close and the footsteps leave from that area to walk towards my apartment location.
After meeting some lovely people from the Holly Road area for the @JehoviahsWitnesses who visited me at my apartment complaining of the noises from apartment #N208 and later I had attended several of their services as well as the #Mormon association with #AngelMoroni's Church of @JesusChristofLatterDaySaints on Pearl Street the elders had complained of #N208 as well; of which at that time I had also gone back to @TempleBethHatfiloh in #Olympia Washington to reconnect with the very nice congregation I met there shortly after writing my first two books. My son was able to attend a wonderful #Purim festival and though I had not had a response to emails I sent to Ms. Caramel at the time after our last visit, I went back to speak with her. However weirdly enough I found myself at a @SeventhDayAdventist Church when I tried to go back to Temple Beth Hatfiloh; and then I also started attending services at @TempleBethEl in Tacoma; which the classes were quite interesting. Cantor Fine and Rabbi Kradden were very nice to learn information from about the #Torah and I truly believe if not for those particular temples and churches and their wonderful congregations; I do not know how else I could have lasted as long as I had in that area of The United States of America after everything which occurred and not because of my now ex-boyfriend but because of my Medal of Honor Art Project and wanting to ensure my son and my daughter, were able to learn as much as possible about such amazing history as well as courageous bravery to overcome such horrible conditions and adversaries.
Hypothetically if the people of #N208 had broken into my apartment in #N108 as the Medal of Honor Artwork piece I had used to kept one door secure had the frame wood bow and then shatter when I picked it up and that was their fault from #N208, I cannot express in words the infuriating emotions of which I would feel. If the people of #N208 hypothetically stole paperwork from my apartment and then sent it to people thinking that would be a good idea to cause drama because of the fact I was not online on social media and that was a way for them to garner attention for themselves, I guesstimate there would and should be legal ramifications. Though I had written the book #FailSafeTheKennedyCurseFusedWithScienceFictionBySusanMeeLing as a fiction novel and thus the fiction meaning not-reality; if people who once knew me decided their attempt to have revenge would be to try to frame me for things I did not do nor would do, I would guesstimate there would be people who knew of how I truly am and would not take kindly to such types of behaviours from outsiders; nor people stalking and harassing me because of know my head injury effects and using such to try to blame me for things I would not do. My pattern of behaviour to be as respectfully as possible in all that I do, I hope would truthfully expose and show of my honorableness.
After being released from The Lodge at Madrona Apartment Complex lease, I went through various areas of the continental United States of America in search of bringing the people of the agencies the information of what had occurred to my Medal of Honor Art Project, my son, my daughter, and I; but also in reference to when I landed at the bottom of the ocean in the area near the USS/USNS Vandenberg. I went to Arlington National Cemetery and enjoyed the sights of such an area as well as the Women's Military Museum out there, of which was under construction. I also stopped by the NSA Visitor Center which apparently, does not do tours, and you cannot speak with an agent when you go there; despite what the sign says. Though I probably should have realized the techy techy guys did not need the devices I had to go through the technology stuff when I was there, I figured that out much later and still feel quite a bit ignorant to think those guys would not know how to look at technology stuff without holding the device or using something to go through the technology devices I had with me; though I was willing to hand everything over to show them I had nothing to hide. However even though the Police Officers arrived and the male agent in a suit spoke with me about why I was there, I was not scared of them. Not in an arrogant way but in the way of I knew they were doing their jobs and I look as I do, and that could have intimidated them because of how people who have odd haircuts and brightly colored hair with tattoos have acted towards such individuals; plus with being honest they were able to know I was only trying to help them in reference to the aspects of what I had been dealing with for my Medal of Honor Art Project.
I went to the ocean in the Georgia area before going to the ocean in the California area, playing with the waters as I do; which was a lot of fun for me. That assisted some of the energy I was dealing with to calm down a bit, though the frustration of knowing there were problems because of other people harming my Medal of Honor recipients of my Medal of Honor Art Project still upsets me.
The coolest aspect of all which occurred when I was getting my haircut from Lindsey had been when she was done with the waxing portion and was shaving the back when she asked, "Do you know who that guy is?" and when I was able to look back around to see, I said "No, I do not think we have been introduced before." She told me "That's Leroy Petry, a Medal of Honor recipient." She had to stop cutting my hair as I started getting excited and bouncing as I said "What? A live one!?! Are you kidding me? That is a living legend bada** mother f****r if he earned a Medal of Honor and lived! Holy s***! Do you think it would be okay if I went up to him?" She laughed and said "I don't think he will mind."
(If there is video footage of this you would see me skip and fly my happy little Faery butt over to where he was getting his hair taken care of) As I bounced up and down clapping my little faery hands I asked "Are you really a Medal of Honor recipient, sir?" Leroy looked towards my direction with one eyebrow up, "Yep." I jumped up and down exclaiming "Oh my! You're such a bada** mother f****r!" and I rattled on and on about my Medal of Honor Art Project, as he reached into his front packet to hand me a coin from him. I was and still am so excited about that coin, and I told him "Thank you so much for your service to this country, as without people like you; there would not be what we know as of today!" He smiled and I went back to the front to let him finish up and not bother him after he told me about the Medal of Honor recipient Wilbur Ross who I was saddened he had only a small amount of people at his funeral service, though I thought it was amazing to see the city of #DuPont honor him with several monuments and plaques around the town.
When I got to the front excited as all get out I exclaimed "That is a celebrity! Oh my goodness!" as Lindsey chuckled while I continued hopping and bouncing while clapping my hands as I do with my Faery little self; which I had done well before my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, as some people who knew me before in New Jersey and Illinois would possibly remember, but definitely after my head injury such as in the San Antonio Pagan community would have seen. I drove back to the rental house in Lakewood and flew up the stairs to show my son the coin and he laughed as he had not seen me so excited in such a long time, and most of the other people I showed that coin to were just as happy for that event.
Later when I was in Colorado for the drop offs before going to Iowa I did not realize my cognitive issues were as bad as they are because I booked a hotel in the tech district, not realizing the name of the #ExtendedStayAmerica hotel had the word Tech in it; and thus the technology in the area would cause additional pain for my headaches. When speaking with my now ex-boyfriend I made a joke about how I could not sleep without putting the coin from the Medal of Honor recipient on my chest in between my breasts saying with a bit of #militaryhumor mixed with some #NewJerseyhumor "That is the only guy who can technically say I fell asleep with one of his coins in between my boobs, on my chest."
My now ex-boyfriend was not amused with my joke, though a few former #Marines were able to laugh wholeheartedly, when I told them.
Though I have not been able to complete any artwork recently because of wanting to make sure the Medal of Honor Art Project I created properly is taken care of in reference to the justice for the different areas, locations, spirits, and people involved; I truly hope to get back to such soon. Though there are also a few other things I need to tend to, in reference to SCUBA Diving and the like.
...NUMBERS FOR THE STATES MEDAL OF HONOR RECIPIENTS I FOUND ONLINE IN TOTAL WHEN I DID MY RESEARCH FOR SUCH...
(I cross referenced several websites including but not limited to: The Congressional Medal of Honor website with .gov; www.homeofheroes.com; www.cmohus.com; a few .mil websites; and a few other .gov websites to do my best to ensure I was accurate when counting the numbers as best as I could knowing my cognitive problems and the numbers are as best as I can remember)
* Alabama: 8
* Alaska: 3
* Arizona: 11
* Arkansas: 4
* California: 250
* Colorado: 27
* Connecticut: 58
* Delaware: 9
* Florida: 29
* Georgia: 12
* Hawaii: 64
* Idaho: 17
* Illinois: 250
* Indiana: 150
* Iowa: 42
* Kansas: 43
* Kentucky: 13
* Louisiana: 4
* Maine: 23
* Maryland: 200
* Massachusetts: 150
* Michigan: 76
* Minnesota: 34
* Mississippi: 12
* Missouri: 14
* Montana: 20
* Nebraska: 41
* Nevada: 1
* New Hampshire: 27
* New Jersey: 64
* New Mexico: 13
* New York: 250
* North Carolina: 18
* North Dakota: 4
* Ohio: 110
* Oklahoma: 42
* Oregon: 17
* Pennsylvania: 250
* Rhode Island: 26
* South Carolina: 16
* South Dakota: 8
* Tennessee: 12
* Texas: 80
* Utah: 4
* Vermont: 27
* Virginia: 40 (Arlington National Cemetery: 800)
* Washington: 57
* Washington D.C.: 38
* West Virginia: 37
* Wisconsin: 32
* Wyoming: 7