We were in Cozia, there’s a beautiful monastery nearby, the town was a vacation resort for Romanians, some thermal spas in the area, they were not allowed to leave the country and had travel restrictions when the Russians were in power here. We’re still in Romania. We’d taken a coffee break and I found these two cemeteries a little down the road. There were two large guns, howitzers? near the entrance. I called on the color of appreciation from above, adding my own, for these people who had given their lives in the 1941-1945 war. For many, this was enough for them to move on up. Some needed healing first, one had PTSD or something similar, that took extra healing, the rest of his healing would have to be done up there, no worries that he would be well taken care of.