They come in thousands. From east, west, north and south, not by bus loads, but by caissons pulled by dignified horses that clip-clop in solemn procession. The marble white tombstones stand to the attention of yet another arrival.
The green grass.
The rolling hills.
The stillness of the moment.
All give tribute to the fallen hero.
Pops from a 21 gun salute fill the air with shocking reality of another soldier who has entered the hall of the fallen.
Even the unknown have a place, guarded by guardians throughout day and night. Their rigid stance and blank stare is a reminder of the numbing effect of battle.
An eternal flame illumines a knoll with inspirational words from speeches that will not be silenced. A few feet away, a pastoral scene of another wounded Kennedy is graced with simply a white cross.
Arlington Cemetery is a place of rest.
A place to remember.
A place to give thanks to God for all those who have given their lives for the American ideal.
Come to this place, where men and women are honored for their valor and for their sacrifice to a country that will be forever grateful.
By Rev. Daniel L. Martian