Back in early December, I was honored to volunteer with Wreaths Across America at Arlington National Cemetery. Wreaths Across America is an organization that places Christmas wreaths on the graves of American soldiers across the country.
Andrew has a friend, Lt. Mark Dooley, buried in Arlington. Lt. Dooley was killed during Andrew’s first deployment, in Iraq, and is buried in section 60. I promised Andrew that, while I was there, I would make sure Lt. Dooley had a wreath.
I went to Arlington with my friends Christy and Jess. When we drove toward the cemetery, traffic was backed up quite a bit; there were so many cars and buses full of people that I can’t begin to describe it. The scene at the cemetery was similar: thousands and thousands of people all walking toward the amphitheater for the opening ceremony. The amphitheater itself was packed; every seat was filled and it was standing room only around the perimeter. We learned later that there were still thousands standing around outside the amphitheater just waiting to lay wreaths.
Every military branch was represented. I don’t know ranks but there were kids–no really, they had to be barely 19–who were discussing where they were going to be stationed, all the way up to the very decorated veterans. There were also so many people who you could tell by the way they walked and carried themselves that they had once been in the military. There were families, single people, groups, even elderly.
The opening ceremony was beautiful. There were two highlights for me. One was that Wreaths Across America placed their millionth wreath today in Arlington. They gave the honor to Mary Beyer, who lost her son in Iraq and is part of the Gold Star mothers.
The second highlight was the couple who owns the farm in Maine that donates all of the wreaths (this year: 90,000). I honestly don’t think they truly understand what a gift they provide. The husband was very humble and said very little. The wife talked about how grateful they are to all of those in uniform. She reminded us that what we can take from those who have been lost is their character. She told stories about people she had met during the drive from Maine to Arlington that they take every year. In one instance, a man in New York pressed a picture of his son, whom he lost in the current conflicts, into her hand and asked her to bring him to Arlington. She told another story of Mary Beyer’s son, who was mortally wounded and told his troops to keep going forward, which may have saved many of their lives. I can’t really describe to you what the feeling was in the amphitheater. There was a profound sense of sadness mixed with gratitude.