As always, on Memorial Day in Washington DC, it was hot and humid. At Arlington National Cemetery, the men and women in dress uniforms stood solemnly saluting their fallen comrades. Two young Marines opened a beer and saluted their Lieutenant’s grave while a young widow hugged the stone with her husband’s name and cried softly; mothers and fathers decorated the stones of their sons and daughters. The sound of helicopters flying low, bringing the officials for the ceremonies at the Amphitheater, caused a few to flinch and glance upwards; and the multi-gun salute marked the end of the official observances up the hill.
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