A U.S. Marine walking down Front Street is waiting to hit the beaches on Iwo Jima.

Fifty years  later his son walking down Front Street is waiting to hit the beaches on Maui.

Both on the same street waiting to hit a beach inexorably linked through time and space. If the first is not successful neither will be the second.

Front Street, where the past and the present collide, in the flickering of a moment, for reasons known only to a select few.