DevsDad
09-12-08, 02:00 PM
Guys, my son was home for a few days last week. It sure was great to see him. He shared an event with me of something that happened to him that I wanted to pass along to you. It had never happened before and hasnt happened since but was a profound event for him and he is a better Marine for it. I couldnt figure out exactly how to tell it so I wrote it as a lttle story. I may not have all of the specifics right (arms position, order of the service), but the jist is there. I hope its OK to post here.
It was just another “shot”, another funeral at Arlington for the detail from 8th and I. The team had already done 2 that day, 7 for the week, 15 for the month and so on and so on. They had all perfected the blank stare, focusing on something straight ahead but outside of the immediate field of vision thus avoiding direct eye contact with the family of the Marine being laid to rest. World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, Iraqi Freedom, Enduring Freedom, it doesn’t matter what conflict only that a Marine is going home. They don’t know the name, don’t know the family but that doesn’t matter either; they have earned the best that the detail can give, he was their brother.
Stay professional, stay focused, no mistakes.
The service goes smoothly; the detail has honed their skills from countless repetitions. They work together as a unit, each doing their part.
Body Bearers
Chaplain
Shot Team
Bugler
The volleys are completed, arms at rest, snap turn, and then it happens.
The Lance Corporal’s eyes lock with those of the widow, only for a moment, a few brief seconds. But in those seconds the woman mouths the words “Thank You”.
A tear comes, then another, he can’t blink them away, can’t wipe them away. He must maintain ceremonial composure. So they run down his face. He shifts his gaze back out to infinity and they are gone.
But he remembers them. They reinforce to him the importance of what he does. The honor he has been given to be allowed to provide this final salute to someone’s hero.
“Don’t tell me I don’t know about death. I deal with death every day"
LCpl Devin Cloud
It was just another “shot”, another funeral at Arlington for the detail from 8th and I. The team had already done 2 that day, 7 for the week, 15 for the month and so on and so on. They had all perfected the blank stare, focusing on something straight ahead but outside of the immediate field of vision thus avoiding direct eye contact with the family of the Marine being laid to rest. World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, Iraqi Freedom, Enduring Freedom, it doesn’t matter what conflict only that a Marine is going home. They don’t know the name, don’t know the family but that doesn’t matter either; they have earned the best that the detail can give, he was their brother.
Stay professional, stay focused, no mistakes.
The service goes smoothly; the detail has honed their skills from countless repetitions. They work together as a unit, each doing their part.
Body Bearers
Chaplain
Shot Team
Bugler
The volleys are completed, arms at rest, snap turn, and then it happens.
The Lance Corporal’s eyes lock with those of the widow, only for a moment, a few brief seconds. But in those seconds the woman mouths the words “Thank You”.
A tear comes, then another, he can’t blink them away, can’t wipe them away. He must maintain ceremonial composure. So they run down his face. He shifts his gaze back out to infinity and they are gone.
But he remembers them. They reinforce to him the importance of what he does. The honor he has been given to be allowed to provide this final salute to someone’s hero.
“Don’t tell me I don’t know about death. I deal with death every day"
LCpl Devin Cloud