Elizabeth is stunned into a still silence. She doesn't know why. She's seen so many military cemeteries. She's seen so much death. But this one marker that puts this child at age eighteen stops her. Eighteen. It could be Jason. The presidency will put her in a position to get children killed. This might be the first time she's thought about that weight. She swallows. That doesn't seem right. Being responsible for all those lives. Yet she will be.

"Ma'am?" She doesn't answer, her eyes focus on the marker.

"Bess?" Mike's annoyed voice breaks through. She nods and walks on.