A few years ago I was one of the chaperons for a group of athletes that stopped at Arlington. They were talking and occasionally joking as we moved around, and I was part of it to some extent. But as we came up he hill toward the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier I stopped everyone about 100 yards away and told them to gather around. I spoke quietly and in somber tones to force them to listen closely, and to help them understand what would be expected. I told them to look around at all of the markers. That the markers hold the names of many who have served our country. Some have died in combat. Their families, relatives and possibly descendants can come and place flowers and remember them.
But at this tomb, those who are commemorated gave their lives for our freedom, for out way of life, and no one except God even knows who they are. They cannot even be remembered by name. I told them all to seriously think about that sacrifice made by so many and to act with reverence and respect as they view the tomb. They did exactly that. I was proud of them.
A great experience you gave to those young people. That will probably be etched into them for life.