I attended one such funeral at Arlington not too long ago. In this case, the young man had saved his companions by smothering a grenade with his body. What made his sacrifice even more meaningful is that he was seted near the door of the vehicle that the grenade was thrown into and could have escaped.

I held it together, through the families tears and the words of the chaplain. What touched me the most and caused the tears to flow were his companions who survived the attacked and each individually knelt, then rose to salute their fallen friend, who had saved all of their lives.

Freedom isn't free.