World War II Veterans Memorial Bridge is a twin-span 3,642-foot-long bridge which carries State Route 288 across the James River between Powhatan County and Goochland County in Virginia. State Route 288 forms a semi-circumferential beltway around the southwestern quadrant of the Richmond metropolitan area connecting with Interstate 95 on the southern end and Interstate 64 on the northern end.
The World War II Veterans Memorial Bridge was completed in 2004, and is owned by the Virginia Department of Transportation (VDOT).
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Coordinates: 37°34′29″N 77°40′49″W / 37.574630°N 77.680410°W / 37.574630; -77.680410
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