So there I was munching my popcorn, drinking my Coke waiting for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to come on... They had the stupid trivial questions, and the ads on screen. Then, this song comes on "Arlington" by Trace Adkins. And, then I'm thinking, what the hell?
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I'm wondering whether the White House pays country singers, as well as reporters/journalists. If the man in the the big White House cried for every service man or woman killed in his war, he'd do nothing but cry. He should do no loess. The way it is, this administration doesn't want any reminders of our nation's loss. Our soldiers serve proudly, our President...not so much.
I was talking to a friend over lunch about this song. She made an interesting point, the song makes a funeral plot in Arlington sound like getting 80 virigins. Personally, I don't like our soldiers martyred everytime Dubya's issues another fatwa.
The lyrics are below:
I never thought that this is where I'd settle down.
I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown.
They gave me this plot of land,
Me and some other men, for a job well done.
There's a big White House sits on a hill just up the road.
The man inside, he cried the day they brought me home.
They folded up a flag and told my Mom and Dad:
"We're proud of your son."
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property.
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company.
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done.
I can rest in peace;
I'm one of the chosen ones:
I made it to Arlington.
I remember Daddy brought me here when I was eight.
We searched all day to find out where my grand-dad lay.
And when we finally found that cross,
He said: "Son, this is what it cost to keep us free."
Now here I am, a thousand stones away from him.
He recognized me on the first day I came in.
And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels,
And saluted me.
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property.
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company.
I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done.
I can rest in peace;
I'm one of the chosen ones:
I made it to Arlington.
And everytime I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home to us.
And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property.
I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company.
We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done.
We can rest in peace;
'Cause we are the chosen ones:
We made it to Arlington.
Yeah, dust to dust,
Don't cry for us:
We made it to Arlington.
