On my way to work, while I'm on the shuttle from the Pentagon City Metro stop to my office in Alexandria, we pass by Arlington Cemetery. Now that spring is here and the trees are in full bloom, it's more difficult to see the rows and rows of tombstones lined up endlessly on the rolling hills of northern Virginia, but they are there. The markers I see look like they are facing toward the Pentagon and I'm forever hopeful that the generals there pay attention to them. Once we get past the cemetery, we see a golf course, tucked close by in the same rolling hills of northern Virginia. For some reason, seeing this golf course so close to such hallowed ground, just really, really bothers me.