|Pic from wikipedia|
Go there someday. Take your time walking up the hill. Visit General Lee's house. Watch a Changing of the Guard. For me, the whole experience was very moving - prompting feelings of sadness and loss but also surges of pride and reverence.
No doubt the Poles feel similarly about their Tomb.
There are places where, for lack of a better phrase, you just don't be an a**hole. You just don't. Ever. This is one of those places. There is absolutely no room for partisan dickswinging at such a solemn place.
Which is why I'm so PO'd at the reporters following Romney around. Screaming questions about Palestinians? While in Poland? At their Tomb of the Unknown? That is a hundred kinds of wrong. Every once in a while, a person/topic/event comes along and really riles me. I can't mentally afford to get ticked at everything that merits being ticked off about. I try to let most of it roll off my back, but this is one of the exceptions where I just can't shake it off. I'm sick of sacrifice being disrespected and I'm sick of eastern Europe being treated like garbage. We don't need to put these people on a pedestal; we don't need to go Nation Building along the Danube. But can't we at least treat these people with some decency and respect?
I hope to visit Arlington again. I'd love also to visit similar sites in Europe someday. Though I haven't been in a fistfight since elementary school, had I been in Poland yesterday, there would be a reporter in a dental chair today getting his front teeth surgically repaired.