The Supreme Court will be hearing a case regarding allowing a VFW Post to place a cross at a war memorial site. Prior to the highest court in our land agreeing to hear the case, lower courts have denied the VFW the right to place the cross, saying that the act crosses the line of separation of church and state.
What I find totally inconsistent is that in Washington D.C., our nation has the ultimate burial site for honoring those who lost their lives, either during active service to the United States, or those who defended their country and later died. I have never been to the Arlington National Cemetery, only seeing pictures or images on television. Even then, I am always struck by the rows upon rows of crosses placed at the grave of each person who has been interred there. The stark image of the white crosses conveys a solemnity that does not need words to be understood.
Crosses.
That is what our nation has chosen to mark the graves of those men and women who served their country and whose families, or at times, the government itself, have elected to have their loved ones buried at Arlington National Cemetery.
Crosses.
I don't get it.
Ancora imparo
