Changing of the Guard

Ever since i was younger my Father has taken me to Arlington National Cemetery to visit my grandparents grave. Every time that we go we also go to see the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Ive watched the changing of the guard so many times, but even if i would have only seen it once i would never forget the experience. So many thoughts flood my head as i sit here and write about the experience. I think about how uniform and precise that the actions of these men must be. I think about the how we honor these men who no one knows who they are. I think about how the families of these unknown men must feel knowing that their loved ones have died but on top of it they don't know how they died or even where they are. I have the utmost respect for the men who day in and day out stand guard to protect the men who fought for their country and can not be identified. Then after i watch the changing of the guard i go back to walk to my grandparents grave and the layout of the graves is endless lines. These graves are even so uniform and precise in the way they are laid out. As I would leave i was speechless. I hav'nt been in a few years and i know that next time i am at home for an extended period of time i'm going to ask my father to take me back. If anyone who happens to read this and has seen the changing of the guard or has just been to Arlington Cemetery please feel free to discuss or reflect on the experience.