Arlington

By Christine Andrews

 

The rows of white Crosses standing tall in the snow

The Flags

The open grave

The American Flag draped over the coffin

Friends, Family, Military personal gathered around

Scripture being read, a few kind words

Sad faces, faces without emotion

The folding of the flag

Soldiers standing at attention in their dress blues

A young Marine handing over the flag to the father

Taps playing in the distance

The guns firing 21 shots

The tears falling

As the last note plays

The last shot made

A fallen solider is laid to rest

As the coffin lowers

The last good byes are said

I know this all too well

I knew this young Marine well

He was my grandson