“But what was your favorite part of the trip?” my friend asked. I thought of Arlington National Cemetery in the snow, the rows and rows of tombs with wreaths on them, and all of us hiking up the hill to attend the ceremony at the Tomb of the Unknowns. Did you know there are 4,000 unknown soldiers buried in the cemetery?
I loved the Wreath Laying Ceremony, its solemnity, the rituals, all enshrined in the beauty and peace of the cemetery. It makes me sad to think of the unknown soldiers. Did they have loved ones who waited for them in vain? Or did they have nobody waiting? Were they lost and alone? I hope their spirits were comforted by our presence there to honor them, and by John’s offering. I hope they like yellow roses.