those young marines marching in slow drill, the band playing the cason, pulled along by the white horses. the music of the navy and marine corps filling the spring air. i was so very proud of kathleen for how she led her family out there at arlington cemetery and so grateful to the young men in the marine unit who performed the honors with such excellence and precision and respect. i ll never forget the words spoken to kathleen as she sat there with her brothers and sisters, her being the oldest. semper fidelis. as he knelt before her taking off his white glove to express his personal commitment held true through all the years. bob cunningham was saluted with the three guns yesterday. his real salute was the good memories he carried with him with real pride from his days as a young enlisted sailor based in new caledonia and lady gulf. he went up into the hills of an enemy held island to call in gunfire from the ships. were you ever scared, i once asked him? no, my father-in-law said wi
let me finish tonight with where i was yesterday. i was across the potomac river in arlington national cemetery with kathleen, her world war ii and korean war father along with her mother, mary lou, where he wanted very much to end up. like mt. rushmore and the lib rty bell and a few other iconic american places, we have to throw in the u.s. capitol and the white house, arlington is this country s sacred ground, where we honor nose who served this country and so many cases died doing it. fighting our country s battles in the air, land and sea, from the halls of montezuma, to the shores of tripoli. boy, do those words get to your heart when you stand out there as we did yesterday with all those young marines marching in slow drill, the band playing the cason, pulled along by the white