Went to Arlington Nat'l. Cemetary today to be with my father. I've posted this before - my birth father was an Air Force pilot in Korea, he was shot down & died over N. Korea. I never knew him, nor did he ever see me. I was adopted as an infant by the folks I knew & loved as my parents. I have never gone back to learn my birth father's identity, it's not important to me. He died for us, loved my mother enough to want to start a family, & that's enough for me. I don't even know if he is actually resting at Arlington, or just a cinder on a hillside somewhere in N. Korea.....but going to Arlington is the best way I know to be as close to him as I can, as I know he is there in spirit. I am SO humbled every time I go, seeing the seemingly endless rows of markers & realizing just how many have given their lives so we can live ours. And then realizing that there are cemeteries like this all over the world, holding tens of hundreds of thousands of people who did the same for their respective countries, & more Americans also, that didn't make it back to their native soil. Until you stand in the middle of it, become engulfed in the feelings brought about by why you are there, it really is hard to comprehend what patriotism is. I thought I knew, until I moved up here to Va., & started going to be with my father each Memorial Day. Thank you, each & every one who has served!!