I was at Arlington about 10 years ago. There was an elderly couple that we were close friends with here. They were like grandparents to our kids. He had served in the Air Force and was buried at Arlington. His wife wasn't well enough to make the trip to see his marker. We took pictures and video for her. It was the least we could for all they did for us and our kids.
To think that anyone could spend a moment in that environment and make a connection to their own, non military, struggles; makes me want to
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I'm not one to show emotion in public, but I teared up that day, contemplating the lives forever altered due to the personal sacrifices, symbolized with each marker. Even having a son serving now, I still don't put our family, or my son, on that level.