When Katrina hit South Louisiana, I went down there 2-3 weeks later with a lady who had "escaped" the wrath of the hurricane and her neighborhood. We went to see if there was anything left of her house. During the 2-3 day heartbreaking trek around the neighborhood (I took hundreds of pics) and the surrounding towns, I saw things I'll never ever hope to see again. We went to the town cemetery to see the condition. I cannot simply describe it. We entered and saw the worst. Caskets, long buried, were on top of the ground, some standing on one end, open, with linings hanging out. It was horrible. There were dozens of them. Pink taffeta and chiffon just blowing in the wind. Just behind the cemetery were woods. The National Guard was there retrieving the bodies from the caskets that had been washed away from the cemetery and into the wooded area. Every body brought back was treated with total respect and honor. While the guard stood at total attention on the back of the (refrigerated) truck, the Guard members brought each person they found back on a gurney, which was then placed in the truck with total military honor by the Guard. It was an amazing and powerful thing to see, even though we were the only ones to witness it. Believe me, this was not a place you would want to metal detect in. It was holy ground. Just the same as Arlington Cemetery, so should every cemetery be thought of.