Summer 2012, I was delivering some John Deere equipment to a small town in Minnesota. On my way through town, it looked like there would be some kind of parade - I thought "I'm glad I got through town before the parade started!"
When I got to the dealer, I was told they would unload me after the funeral procession went by. It was due in just a few minutes. I asked who's procession - I was told a soldier who had died in a bomb attack in Afghanistan. They said they hoped I understood - I said I did, but I wanted to stand as well.
First the cops came by, then the hearse, then the family limousine. Then came the motorcycles. Had to have been 200 or more -- all with flags. As a Navy vet, I stood at rigid attention and saluted with tears running down my face for a man I never knew; never met. And was completely unashamed of the years. (In fact, as I type this, my eyes are tearing at the memory.)
All I could think was "Rest in peace, Soldier - you earned your Angel 's wings."
From this old Navy veteran geezer's heart, I thank ALL who have served, are serving, plan on serving, and who support those that serve. May God Bless each and every one of you.
