We walked in such heavy humidity for hours to visit each of the graves we wanted to pay our respects to. John F. Kennedy's grave was of course on the other side of the cemetery from Jim's. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers was up hill both ways from President Kennedy's grave.
By the time we got to the Tomb of the Unknown Solider the children was more than done. Everyone had sweated through their clothes and were hungry. Bubby was very interested in the soldier gun and why he was carrying it and if he was going to use it. I sat and watched this young soldier march back in forth in front of the Tomb. I watched the sweat run down his face and he never batted an eye.
I thought if he can do this I can do just a tenth of what he is doing. So, we stood and watched the Changing of the Guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and were humbled.
We saw very old graves that, to be honest, were just stones in the ground and then we saw VERY new graves. New graves of VERY young men and women. One grave had a framed letter from a dad. The dad was writing a letter to his dead son. It was heartbreaking. I almost took a picture of it but it seemed disrespectful somehow.
On a lighter note there were some Amish men at the cemetery. I thought this was interesting. I also thought it was interesting that one was talking on his cell phone about dinner plans.