arlington cemetery on sunday.

the tomb of the unknown soldier:

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

when I first arrived there, the setting was so peaceful. a little bird lightly landed on the tomb memorial. he flew to the building behind us and started to sing. it was a mourning dove, koo-loo-koo---koo---koo.

I remember Mrs. Howell, my 11th grade US History teacher telling us how remarkable Arlington is, and that you can't see the end of the gravestones. I never grasped that fully, obviously, until I saw the same thing.

russell f. kaliey. russell b. peter. andrea.

"it is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, these ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance."