“Poole succeeds grandly in giving voice to the more than 600 acres of what virtually all Americans consider sacred soil . . . Like the nation itself, Arlington bears the scars of its history, as Poole eloquently shows . . . in gracefully written, often deeply affecting history . . . “
From the Book
It was a beautiful day for a funeral. The last of the cherry blossoms drifted on a cool breeze, which carried the scent of cut grass and wet stone over Arlington National Cemetery. Somewhere in the distance, the early morning mowing subsided, soon to be overtaken by the all- day crack of rifles, the rattle of horse-drawn caissons, and the mournful sound of Taps floating among the tombstones . . .