Sometimes in life, you get the opportunity to do spontaneously crazy things like jump on a last-minute flight to Washington D.C. with your parents to surprise your little brother, who happens to be serving in the Marines and is stationed out there. These things are, of course, easier when your dad is the one flying the plane. So when he called on Friday night, asking if I wanted to hop on his flight to D.C. the next day, I couldn’t possibly turn down the opportunity.
And can I tell you something? Spending Memorial Day weekend in our nation’s capitol is special in itself, but spending the day at Arlington National Cemetery…even more so. Words can’t quite describe the feeling of standing amongst scores of peoples who all came for the same reason: to pay their respects to our country’s heroes. Passing by men in uniform who are missing their limbs (yes, plural) on such hallowed ground, watching the changing of the guards at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier…these are experiences that are next to impossible to describe. Humbling, sobering, inspiring.
So today, I’m thinking of all our country’s heroes, living and dead. I couldn’t be prouder to be the daughter, sister, cousin, niece, and granddaughter of a few such heroes.
To all who serve and have served, thank you. Your sacrifices will never be forgotten.