As the motor coach crosses Memorial Bridge and makes its way through the gates of Arlington National Cemetery the price of freedom and the yearning for peace seem clear to me. Now how do those concepts find a place in the minds of my middle school aged fellow travelers?
While a year may be a large part of their lives it is but a tiny fragment of mine. And as I look out over the 750,000 plus white stones that stand as if at attention it saddens me to realize that many who lie here were a mere 48 to 60 months older than my young traveling companions when they gave it all away for the rest us.
It is sometimes sobering for students to realize that freedom is not a wheel set in perpetual motion by the founding fathers. But rather a mill stone that must be constantly turned with great strength and love in order that we may reap the real freedom that comes only when we are at peace.
Darrell Hosack, ITMI #170