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The day was crisp and sunny, but a cold wind whipped through the marble columns of the white Arlington amphitheater, riffling the rows of flags. At 11 o'clock a can non thudded out the first salvo of the slow, rolling 19-gun salute and a flag-draped caisson moved slowly up from the Arlington gate, bearing the first U.S. Secretary of Defense to a sailor's grave.
From the flower-banked stage a minister intoned the words of the Episcopal burial service: "I am the resurrection and the life . . . Death is swallowed...
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