Driving to church this morning I passed Nashville's National Cemetery. When I saw all the flags dotting the landscape I knew I had to have a picture to post here. After church Ken and I drove through, and I noted the gravestones from various years, acknowledging the lives that offered themselves during various conflicts our nation has undertaken. Those buried here didn’t necessarily die while serving, but it was humbling all the same to see row after row of stones marking the graves of those men and women who had been in our armed forces and found that association meaningful enough to want to be buried in the National Cemetery. I’ve never lost anyone I have known as a result of their service to our country, but being married to a veteran, and having a step-son now serving, the picture looks a little different than it did before.
To those who serve, I offer my prayers. To those who have given their lives, I offer my gratitude.