I made this visit to Arlington just days before Independence Day and as the sun was setting in the western sky. I am not sure if it was my eye spotting the light or the hallowed feeling of these rows of white stones marking the names of fallen American heroes, but something told me to filter these shots in black and white. It is hard to comprehend that each of these stones represent's a child to mourning parents, a heart-broken spouse, or a weeping child, but the hardest thing for me to see are the stones marked as Unknown. Here, a patriot of the Nation lays, remembered but yet forgotten, lost in a the sea of green grass and stark white marble stones. As hard as it is to walk along the miles of headstones, it deepens my love and honor to be serving in the ranks of the American Armed Services just as these galliant men and women had done before me.
May the American people endlessly honor our Fallen Heroes and remember undoubtedly what their sacrifice gives to every citizen under the 13 stripes and 50 stars.
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