I wish I could show you what this means. I wish you could feel how Arlington reverberates through your soul
How the clip clip of the horses hooves echoes over the road.
How the urn fits in a little trap door in the back of a flag draped casket on the Caisson.
How the Navy folds a flag
How the band will make the cold go away
How the firing party lines and draws
And how TAPS will reduce you to tears every single time.
I never have enough time here.
I am honored to set foot on these grounds.
Taps and the flag folding gets me every time.