They are the most egalitarian places in the nation, the National Cemeteries. There they sleep in their serried ranks, dress-right-dress, Able Seaman next to Admiral, General next to Sergeant, their wives, and in some cases, their children with them. Intermingled by faith, color, ethnicity, war. Their proximity defined only by the last date on the stone. To gain entrance, one has only to ask. Or, in times of extreme need, answer the call when delivered. Wives and mothers... Husbands and fathers. If...