Freedom comes with a price that’s never more evident than when you go to Arlington National Cemetery, and it has little to do with the Kennedys, all majestically buried there like movie stars.
It’s those endless rows of white headstones standing at attention, representing the brave souls beneath them, bringing you to your knees.
The first time I went, like everyone, I too wanted to see the eternal flame Jackie so poignantly lit in November, 1963. It was way before she joined her husband where she now rests.
Even the famous Lee Mansion standing sentry over land, once the home of Confederate General, Robert E. Lee, takes a backseat to the simple markers reminding you, it’s because of them, I get to even be there.
It’s because of them and their brethren, I get to wake up each day wrapped in liberty and that ongoing pursuit of happiness Jefferson promised, without ever having to hide, halt or explain my preferences.
I’m an American after all whose rights prevail no matter what.
Why?
Because our dedicated Armed Forces make certain of it.
Freedom, whether it’s to vote, say what you think, go to college, have children, drive a car, play ball, open a business or work for one, comes with huge price tags.
At Arlington, you can count them. 
SB
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You know I have very mixed feelings about this. No-one could deny the personal sacrifice of those soldiers. But can violence ever buy you freedom? I doubt it. All we ever get is more bloodshed.
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Whether it’s right or wrong, they gave up their lives. I’m no hawk, but those graves speak to me never taking my freedom for granted.
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So many sacrifices, more than just lives too.
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I know.
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Well said! We have a debt to a lot of people who served before. I went to Arlington once when I was a teenager and we were rushed for time, doing the whole DC tour. I’d like to go again and spend some more time.
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Tours can be tedious. I prefer to amble on my own. It’s amazing what you’ll find.
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My 89 year old father drove an antique tractor (that he restored and repainted last year) in our town’s Memorial Day parade. He pulled a small trailer with two car seats attached to it. My step-mom and I sat in the seats throwing candy to the kids.
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How wonderful is that…awe
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