You’re probably thinking that a cemetery hardly sticks to the mission of getting outside. I mean, it’s outside. And Arlington is, in fact, a National Park. But it’s not … well … you know.
But Arlington National Cemetery is very special to our family, and it’s really not because we are obsessed with all forms of National Park, regardless of their location. (And, um, the cancelation stamps they hoard there — fine, there, I said it.)
Arlington is special because of the people we know who are now resting there forever.
The cemetery also happens to be gorgeous — I mean really, just beautiful. The streets are lined with aged, stoic trees. Some of the older graves rest beneath splayed limbs. Up, up, up the hill stands first the Tomb of the Unknowns and Gen. Robert E. Lee’s Arlington House.
We first started visiting Arlington and the guys of 1-17 Infantry Battalion, 5th Brigade of the 2nd Infantry Division (Strkyer) from Fort Lewis, Washington (or “1-17 IN BN, 5-2 ID” as they say in Army language) in 2010. A little tag marked where seven who were killed by the same improvised explosive devise are buried and later received a large stone. Others lay under their own stones — four stones in all plus a spot in the nearby mausoleum.