Services at Arlington are always something to see, very moving. But if you want to get to the heart of the matter, get past all the pomp and ceremony that sometimes exists, this is what you do. You pick a weekday. Not summer, late fall through early spring might be best. Let it maybe be raining, or better a cold wet snowy day, with dark clouds throwing angry shadows and a sharp wind blowing. Then you go visit the tomb of the unknowns. You, alone with the ever-present honor guard. No one else, because no one else will come on a lousy day like that. Just you and the guard. Stand there a while, preferably at attention, let yourself get a little wet and cold. Think a while about who those people might be buried before you. You'll never know because no one will but try to grasp who they were anyway. Think about how their families never knew the position of honor that they have been given. Try to picture each of them in the uniform of their respective war. Reach out to them in your thoughts and prayers, try to touch them, and then think about the thousands they represent. In time, if you have a heart, not all the wetness on your face will come from the rain and snow, and as your feet grow numb from the cold you will slowly render a hand salute, turn, and leave.