Section Sixty

Section Sixty The Saddest Acre In America

Men and Women buried here Who gave their all for you and me In Iraq and Afghanistan So that, others, might be Free.

Row after row of headstones Where friends and families grieve They pay respects and say a prayer There’s some, don’t want to leave.

Some will place a memento For their Hero, neath the ground And far too often, during the day Hearing “Taps”, a mournful sound.

The white stones bear their Name Rank and Branch and conflict Served The dates of Birth and Death And the Citations, they deserved.

Maybe, a symbol for their Faith Something, etched above their name But no matter what, their beliefs They’re all treated just the same.

Once, Comrades in Battle And now, resting neath that stone Forever with, those other Heroes So, they will never be alone.

Section Sixty, just a small part Of this sacred, hallowed ground But, each plot a special place Where, a Hero may be found.

They all are in good company Two hundred sixty thousand souls Buried here at Arlington Some young, with unfulfilled life goals.

All Served our Country selflessly And they all deserve our praise Try to thank them before they go Not just only, on these holidays.