Arlington National Cemetery Sketch

—Memorial Day Elegy— The grave site where the men and women of patriotic spirit fought bravely in the battlefield and fell for glory of the nation, abandoned everything that they have, buried at an age that is too young to die lie as headstones. No matter with how many brilliantly shining medals to decorate these warriors and to honor them with all kinds of eulogies, alas! sad as ever, they just stand there without a word as the tombstones identical in size and shape. The warriors were, though, not that strict that evil must be paid with evil and good must treat with good, held arms because the nation was attacked by the enemy, and security was at stake; to them, it doesn’t matter whether it is good or evil, they have to restore this national emergency with whatever means available. The warriors, therefore, without the slightest hesitation, dashed in the middle of the gun smoke and bullets, into the battlefield where the cannonade tears the ears, and blasting fires pierce the eyes. The warriors, who fought with every means to protect nation, even traded their lives for nation’s security, now stand there as the tombstones with relief and great pride, looking proudly at the fluttering nation’s flag, that they protected with all that they have; during the day beckoning the passing clouds, at the night calling twinkling stars, telling the stories of how gruesome was the battle and how hard it was to fight.