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 . . .