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Florida National Cemetery, Bushnell

cemeteryI have been at Arlington National Cemetery many times, for official events, to visit friends joaquin2801graves, to show folks around and just to go to meditate. To say I’m comfortable there might be a bit of a misstatement , familiar might be a better word. I had passed the Florida National Cemetery a number of times, but never stopped until the other day. Take a look at the Google Earth view on the left. Arlington in in a major urban center and when there I usually feel somewhat in touch with the world around me, but the Florida Cemetery is in a rural area and, excuse the expression, but dead quiet.. ( Just a note here. Picasa albums are no longer available and as far as I know I can only insert a link to the Google Photos album, so I’ll be imbedding more shots into the article)
horizontalI drove around the winding lanes for some time, stopping occasionally to gaze at the different yellowtreegrave stone types, horizontal and vertical .


Here are some statistics via Wikipedia
Arlington National Cemetery
U.S. Department of the Army Size 624 acres (253 ha)
Number of graves ~400,00o

United States National Cemetery, Florida

Size 512.9 acres (207.6 ha)
Number of interments 129,000

I can only suggest that people visit those National Cemeteries near where they live and reflect on the circumstances that caused than to hold the remains that are interred.
I sort of run out of words in cases like this so read the words of Wilfred Owen in his Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
      — Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
      Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
      Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
      And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
      Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
      The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.