A re-post from last year, but always appropriate…
Each stone is cleaned to as white
as the passage of time allows.
Each flag is precisely placed,
a soldier’s boot the measurement.
Each fallen hero receives a salute
from one who understands.
Each Old Guard member considers
participation an honor, not a task.
Each year more tears irrigate
the fields of Arlington.
Each year more flags are needed
than the years before.