Fall in, calls the Commander,
Voice steady and strong,
His troops move into position,
Their elements, and ranks, wide and long.
Sound off, comes the next command,
and 400,000 voices ring, counting.
1,2,3,4, on and on.
Multiple ages, religions
Ethnicities, backgrounds
On and on.
Men and women, pride evident on their faces.
Present Arms!
Hands snap to their brows,
Stars and Stripes pass them,
Carried on the shoulders of eight of their own.
A lone trumpet cries,
And the Commander hears,
Sir! Reporting as ordered!
Fall in, Says the Commander.
And once again, the troops
Become, the weathered, bone white
Headstones, of Arlington

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