Unlike the day of the funeral service, this past Thursday turned out to be a beautiful (if extremely windy) spring day. As a Korean War veteran my father-in-law received military honors at his burial service. While logistics prevented a 21-gun salute, the playing of Taps and the folding and presentation of the flag that covered his coffin was very moving. I've been to military funerals before, but have never had such a close-up seat to watch it from. I couldn't hold back the tears when this young Army chaplain knelt to hand the flag to my mother-in-law. It was so incredibly moving.
“On behalf of the President of the United States, the United States Army, and a grateful nation, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one’s
honorable and faithful service.”
Even though my father-in-law was 93 when he died, and his service had been many, many years ago, it was touching to see the honor that younger officers paid him and my mother-in-law. Of course, that is expected, but I couldn't help but wonder and marvel at the "brotherhood" that exists between all who have served in the military, regardless of age and space in time. While we were small in number at the graveside (compared to the number who attended the funeral service), it was a very personal and memorable service. Beautiful, in all respects.
Bernie (age 26) at Ft. Monmouth, NJ - 1950
Bernie (age 93) - 2017
'till we meet again, Dad B.
"on that beautiful shore..."