I can’t go to Arlington. Not that I’m banned (you might think that!), but because I just can’t. Even that photo… I can’t as in what it would do to me I wouldn’t want anyone else to see.
I have stood on those hills in Arlington. In snow and in the heat and humidity of a Virginia summer. I’ve seen the stark, bare branches and the flowering of the Dogwoods.
I have family interred on Robt. E. Lee’s old farm. It is a special, special place. Not because of its location or topography, rather because of our esteem for those of stout heart who chose to, “. . . protect and defend the Constitution of the United State of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic.”
I can’t go to Arlington. Not that I’m banned (you might think that!), but because I just can’t. Even that photo… I can’t as in what it would do to me I wouldn’t want anyone else to see.
I have stood on those hills in Arlington. In snow and in the heat and humidity of a Virginia summer. I’ve seen the stark, bare branches and the flowering of the Dogwoods.
I have family interred on Robt. E. Lee’s old farm. It is a special, special place. Not because of its location or topography, rather because of our esteem for those of stout heart who chose to, “. . . protect and defend the Constitution of the United State of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic.”