I’m in DC this week for CPAC, but I had something more important to attend to while I was here.  I have often written about Major Gilbert, and Captain Giglio.

Both men died in the service of their country doing what they loved – flying.  Both men left behind wives and families.  When I come to Washington on the occasion that I do, I make it a point to visit them for a few minutes.

Today, as I stood near Trojan’s grave in Arlington National Cemetery, I found myself between two funerals, conducted nearly simultaneously.  One solider.  One sailor.  Two twenty-one gun salutes.  Two trumpets playing taps.  This is a sobering reminder that our freedom is not free.