Arriving at the church.
I briefly mentioned in THIS POST that I had attended a funeral for a soldier that had been killed in Afghanistan. I never knew Robbie, but listening to all the stories told by his friends, fellow soldiers and wife, I wish I had.
I've known Robbie's parents for almost seven years. Ever since I started at the museum back in the fall of 2004. They are both amazing people, and my heart breaks for their loss. Sad doesn't even begin to describe it.
The service was beautiful (even in tragedy), and the patriotism awe inspiring. Hundreds of people came out and lined the streets as the funeral procession left the church and headed to the cemetery. Fire trucks created archways over Campbell Road with American flags hanging from where the ladders met in the middle. It is something I will never forget.
Leaving for the burial at DFW National Cemetery. The funeral procession was several miles long and stopped traffic on 75, 635 and 20.
Cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours,
Lying so silent by night and by day
Sleeping the years of their manhood away.
Give them the meed they have won in the past;
Give them the honors their future forcast;
Give them the chaplets they won in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours,
Lying so silent by night and by day
Sleeping the years of their manhood away.
Give them the meed they have won in the past;
Give them the honors their future forcast;
Give them the chaplets they won in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
~Will Carleton
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