A few days ago, I watched several young men across the road practice their routine for several hours. It had to be perfect, each step, each movement...the precision performed was quite a sight. I was more than captivated by their routine. I wanted to go closer so I could see each step, each movement and watch how carefully and diligently they performed. I debated the rest of the day into the evening with myself as to whether or not I would watch the young men perform the following day.
In the end, I chose to view from afar. I wanted to go closer so I could see, but I did not want to be intrusive or disrespectful. These young men had been practicing a burial ceremony for an Army Major who suddenly passed away. They spent hours practicing and although I did not see their actions up close, I am sure they perfected every movement and honored this man with all the honor and respect he deserved. I did not see as much as I wanted, but what I did see was amazing. I will never forget the precision in which the young soldiers moved, the sound of the gun salute and hearing the trumpet play Taps.
My heart broke for the family. I wanted to run across the road and give the widow the biggest hug and comfort her. I didn't know him, I don't know her, but I feel for her. To have the man you love suddenly pass away would be beyond devastating. I cannot imagine the overwhelming grief and sense of loss. I hope their family finds peace and healing in their memories.
Rest in Peace Major
A few of the young soldiers right before the gun salute.
One of the white balloons released by the family.