Musings on a rainy Saturday morning

[metalmariachi]

DC in the rain, cold and gray. The population, already late, rushing as if by moving faster some how they will arrive on time.

I stand in Arlington, honoring a fallen veteran. Laid to rest among heroes.
The smell of wet earth and uniforms. My daughter is presented the flag that draped her grand fathers casket. And I feel the way I only feel for that ceremony.

Later I think about my own mortality and ponder if I want to be interred in Arlington.
I am not a hero, I have known heroes and had the honor and privilege of serving with heroes.

I have fought in war, but do I deserve to lie with fallen heroes?

Will I sit in Valhalla amongst singing warriors or some where else?

And I wonder if the halls of long forgotten sleeping gods still ring with the tales of fallen warriors?

MM

[htsamurai]

i wish i could write cool stuff when it rains
i just play wow

[WaveForm3]

Someone from around my area was buried at Arlington today.

Very interesting.