There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Arlington cemetery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arlington cemetery. Show all posts

16 February 2016

Arlington National Cemetery

When one enters Arlington National Cemetery and sees row after white row of grave markers, it is hard to fathom the thousands of lives buried here.
I have a strong lineage in the Armed Forces, both in the U.S. and Australia. Sacrifices made by my Grandfather, Uncle's and my own Father. They older I get the more I respect their service.
I think about the Stanley Kubrick movie, "Full Metal Jacket", and the scene where the soldier has a peace sign on his helmet next to the words "Kill". He explains to his superior about the "Duality of Man".
My Grateful Dead t shirt is partially hidden under a wool coat. I represent peace and an alternative view to all of this killing and loss of life.
Remember the dead, learn from history.

01 February 2016

The Kennedy graves

I've heard it said that America changed forever the day that JFK died. Having not been born until 1970, I can only rely on history for validity of this statement.

I can tell you though that walking in Arlington cemetery and coming to the flame that burns eternally at the grave stone markers for JFK and his wife is a humbling and moving experience.
Politics are not discussed here, only the occasional question raised by young minds as their parents softly answer them in tear choked whispers.
I leave a penny on the grave marker of RFK, and look up to see our country's flag gently flapping in the autumn wind. I hear a family remark that the Kennedy's uncle has a tombstone here as well, as he lost his life in World War One.

So much sacrifice, for their country, for their beliefs, for each and every one of us.
It was a moment of pride and unparalleled loss that I felt simultaneously upon the hallowed grounds of Arlington.

03 January 2016

The Unknown Soldier

The soft, haunting sound of Taps could be heard as I reached the top of the hill. A chilling silence from everyone except the sound of the soldier's shoes as she marched solemnly back and forth in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Overlooking Washington D.C., I well up with emotion. You put politics to the side to honor those that have given their life for their country...your country.

To my right is a group of American Veterans from wars past. Many are in wheelchairs, their loved ones standing behind them. They have stoic looks on their faces as you can see the memories of war come flooding back.

The horrors they had witnessed, the loss of life, of friends, of time.
I can't put into words the feeling I had standing here...

"Here rests in honored glory an American soldier known but to God"