Today, a local soldier, PFC Cale Miller, was laid to rest at the on-post cemetery.  The entire post kinda stopped its hustle and bustle, and hundreds of people holding American flags lined the route the motorcade would take to the cemetery.

BabyGrok was in a horrible mood before we even left for the procession, and I considered just skipping it and letting her nap, but it was too important to skip.  She did decently while we were there, despite delays in the timeline. She liked the motorcycles and lights, but she didn't understand why I was making her be quiet, nor did she understand why she couldn't run out into the street.  I don't think she had any idea why I kept telling her she was doing something special, and she really didn't like that I kept telling her to stop dragging her little flag on the ground.

And she thought the most important part of the day was that I let her eat a piece of pizza.

It's absurd to take a 2 year old to a funeral.  But we do it because it is important.  We do it because PFC Miller deserves it.

And we do it because I need to do it.  It's been too long since I've felt the sting of war, and my complacency is too comfortable.

Posted by: Mike at June 07, 2012 04:05 PM (JKAuh)

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