A National Travesty
Of all the corruption real and perceived inside Interstate 495, affectionately known as the Beltway, none exemplifies the sheer incompetence and outright negligence of our federal government any more so than the scandal breaking regarding the mismanagement of our National Cemetery at Arlington. At last count there may be as many as seven thousand mistakenly marked graves. And this may be just the tip of the iceberg.
Rest assured the grave of the likes of the late Senator from Massachusetts will be correctly marked, but what of the relatively few remaining heroes of our so-called Greatest Generation? Those who miraculously survived some of the most hellish scenes on earth in places like Guadalcanal, Tarawa. Iwo Jima, Bastogne, and Battaan, only to return and build a nation that earned the envy of the world for decades. Never mind those of the Chosin Reservoir or of Pusan or those some sixty years ago saw the Yalu River first hand, or even those shunned Americans who survived the jungles of South Viet Nam whose recognition came along as their children deployed to the Gulf in the liberation of Kuwait. Now as an entire nation stands behind each and every man or woman in uniform whose selfless service to each of us is finally appreciated, our government cannot muster the courtesy to accurately show our families where the best of this nation lays in rest. Nor does this debacle merit front-page news within our national media.
Our leaders in Washington place far more emphasis on challenging a state trying to protect its southern border, a responsibility clearly dropped by those in Washington, than doing right by the families of our nations fallen. These same leaders have managed to evade responsibility time and again by the virtual purchase of ballot boxes, while kneeling to the demands of federal unions and special interests. Of greater importance in Washington is that of political correctness than actually holding anyone accountable.
For any American who has taken the time to walk the rolling hills, once the property of Robert E Lee, realizes the true cost of freedom lies not in monetary figures, but with the souls required to pay that ultimate sacrifice so that others may live as they choose. No greater honor can be bestowed than that bestowed upon those who risked all for his/her nation. Have those inside the Beltway taken for granted the cost associated in preserving their way of life? Are they callous to the anguish and grief borne by a recently widowed mother? Have they disassociated themselves from those parents whose grief they cannot fathom? It takes a great deal to stir the ire of this nation’s heartland, but let it be known that our nation’s capital is on the right track.
On my last visit to Arlington, there were but three graves marked “Known But To God..” We are comforted in knowing that He will not forsake them.