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An intimate, behind-the-scenes chronicle of Americas most sacred ground.Along Eisenhower Drive, as far as the eye could see, the grave markers formed into bone-white brigades, climbed from the flats of the Potomac River, and scattered over the green Virginia hills in perfect order. They reached Arlingtons highest point, where they encircled an old cream-colored mansion with thick columns and a commanding view of the cemetery, the river, and the city beyond. The mansions flag, just lowered to half-staff, signaled that it was time to start another day of funerals, which would add more than twenty new conscripts to Arlingtons army of the dead.So does Robert Poole describe a day like so many others in the long and storied history of Arlington National Cemetery.