The ceremony at Arlington was incredibly moving. I have not been to this venerable cemetery since I was in my teens. It made an impression then, but it made more of an impression now.
I've included some photos of the afternoon. It's hard to express the beauty of this place. It feels like a sacred place. We spent some time here after the ceremony to meditate.
When the black riderless horse came by, with the boots turned backwards, it was hard to not cry. The symbol of the "fallen rider" was beyond words.
Old Arlington house and the lands around it were the plantation estate of Robert E. Lee. During the Civil War, the land was transformed from a plantation estate into an Army encampment, community for emancipated slaves and cemetery.
The property was confiscated by the federal government when property taxes levied against Arlington estate were not paid.
Arlington National Cemetery was established for use as a military cemetery. The intention was to render the house uninhabitable should the Lee family ever attempt to return. A stone and masonry burial vault in the rose garden, 20 feet wide and 10 feet deep, and containing the remains of 1,800 Bull Run casualties, was among the first monuments to Union dead erected.
Tomorrow, we head to Smith Island. I haven't had time to read blogs but am thinking of all my blogger friends.