Quotes About Arlington

Kennedy had been assassinated a month or so before. So we walked to the grave of John Kennedy and ended our walking symbolically at the Arlington National Cemetery.

No man wants more war if he's planned memorial services for fallen comrades, carried their flag-draped caskets off a plane, and buried them at Arlington National Cemetery.

from Arlington Street and onto the bridge. He had his hands in his coat pockets. "You Spenser?" he said. "Yes.

went to see Elmer O'Neill at his office in a converted gas station in Arlington. The gas pumps were gone, but the low concrete pedestal on which they'd once sat was still there. "I see what you mean about low overhead," I said when I went in. "Overhead any lower," Elmer said, "and I couldn't stand up straight.

To deal with the legions of dead, Quartermaster General Montgomery Meigs proposed the creation of a national military cemetery, surrounding the former Lee mansion at Arlington, and Stanton approved the measure the same day.

I wonder what his name is, the guy back in Arlington. I wonder if she hurt him or if he hurt her. I don't ask, though, of course, because it doesn't really matter. She's here now.

As a volunteer for the Military History Center, he visited Arlington whenever he was in town, recovering items that had been left on headstones. With his fellow volunteers, he helped catalog the items for a database so each remembrance, no matter how small, would be preserved.

In Arlington, people would laugh at you if you tried to get people to look at your drawings or listen to your poetry. It was like you thought you were special.

Because of his military service, Dad was buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

the sacrificial repository at Arlington

I was born in Somerville, but I don't remember very much about it because we moved from there to Arlington when I was five years old, and it was in Arlington that I spent most of my childhood.

I was shocked when four Arlington girls at a track meet this spring asked me for my autograph. I told them, 'Don't think I'm dumb for asking this, but are you serious?'

From my apartment in Arlington, I could see Washington. It was always nice to be near home.

Don't come all the way across town. There's a Metro station right outside of Arlington. I'll meet you there, all right?

My childhood in Arlington, Va., a middle class suburb of Washington, was uneventful. Ours was a very intellectual family, and we were encouraged to read at a very early age.

Since before the Civil War, crosses have indeed garnished veterans' memorials from the North to the South, from Arlington to Normandy, and from the South Pacific to the Middle East.

Whenever Congress was in session, we were in Washington. So four months out of the year we were in Tennessee and the rest of the time in Arlington, which is where my mom grew up. Then, of course, in 1992 we moved into the vice president's house in D.C. I was 15 then.

Granite from New Hampshire has been used in construction at Arlington National Cemetery, the Library of Congress, New York's Brooklyn Bridge, and Civil War monuments throughout the country.

The Senate declined to pass a bill paying out the bonus, and Hoover sent regular army troops, tanks, and machine guns to clear the tent city. The aggressive move resulted in one hundred injuries and wounds. Some veterans attempted to set up camp again, and this time Washington police fired on them, killing William Hushka and Eric Carlson. Both are buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Much-reduced bonus payments would eventually come in 1936.

At the age of ten, on Armistice Day, Alex trekked miles from his home in Washington, D.C., to Arlington National Cemetery in Virginia to attend a ceremony at the grave of the Unknown Soldier. Who was the man being honored? What religion? What race? No one knew. All anybody knew was that he was an American hero. And that was, it seemed, how it should be. This was true brotherhood.

I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.

Soon your ashes fly to the veterans' cemetery at Arlington, where once a Confederate general would have counted you among his mules and pigs. This poet's coat is your last poem. I want to write a poem like this coat, with buttons and pockets and green cloth, a poem useful as a coat to a coughing man.