This morning my dad sent a lengthy text to each member of my family. In the text he listed each individual that has served in the military, their brach and the position they held. I come from a long line of family that have served our country.
The United States flag is a significant symbol of our country. I have flown a flag at each of our homes proudly. For years those flags flew over Mount Vernon, George Washington's plantation, before flying at our home. One of the events I had hoped to see was "Flags In" at Arlington National Cemetery.
Just before Memorial Day weekend the 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment (also known as The Old Guard) honors America's fallen heros by placing American flags at gravesites for service members buried at Arlington National Cemetery. This includes both presidents, Supreme Court Justices, and memorials.
Every available soldier in the Old Guard, along with members of others service branches participate in this event. The small American flags are inserted into the ground exactly one boot length from the headstone's base. There are more than 260,000 flags placed this year.
I have seen pictures of this tribute on-line and in the news, but over the weekend I got to see it in person. Arlington National Cemetery is a sacred, solemn, quiet place. It is also beautiful. The rolling hills are dotted with white marble headstones, each acknowledging the sacrifice an individual and family made to preserve the rights and freedoms of those of us living in this country. Among the marble headstones are thousands of trees that make each section feel more intimate.
Each visit to Arlington touches my heart. I remember all of my hikes to notable sites, the students who placed a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and watching the 3rd Infantry Regiment march in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. These visits bring me to tears as I feel the gravity of this sacrifice. Our visit on Saturday was a little different. This time I was with family, including our grandsons.
One day Cutie E and Little Dude will be old enough to help run our country. They come from a long line of family members that have said they would serve their country in the most difficult times. They don't have to serve in the military to support our country. I hope that the places we take them, the stories we share and the history they learn will help them find their role in contributing to the betterment of our wonderful country.
I love the Unite States of America. I am grateful for the sacrifices of the men and women who chose to serve along with their families.
My dad's text meant a lot today. It helped me to connect with my current and long line of family who chose to serve. I'm thankful my dad chose to serve, but even more grateful he retuned home safely.
Happy Memorial Day.
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