I absolutely love the inside of West Point's Cathedral. I dated an Army Officer once upon a time who was a gradute there. I remember fondly brisk cold days walking up to the Chapel and stepping inside to just be in awe of not only the architecture, but the history there.
When you're standing underneath the Colors hanging from the ceiling, glancing at the polished pews and ever now and again glimpsing a Cadet in gray... warm thoughts still flood me and I'm very grateful of my time there.
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