Well the service was Friday and I drove out to the middle of nowhere and put on my dress blues and did the deed. It was a nice service, the Marines brought a firing detail from the area reserve center and four guys from his unit, that had been previously wounded and knew him, flew up with his escort. It was a great comfort to the family to have them there, they explained how they knew him and filled in a lot of details about his life in the corps.
It was pretty heartbreaking to see the kids he grew up with crying and everything. He was one of 11 kids to grad from the little local school three years ago. He had wanted to be a Marine since he was about 9 or 10. He left for basic right after graduation. About half the town turned out for the service, news crews and all the usual stuff.
The bright spot was being in real America. No John Kerry democrats outside laughing and dancing, no Mikie Moore smartass remarks. Everyone was nothing but nice and everyone of the young Marines had gotten words of support from the townspeople. They even send a tub of ice filled with sodas and water to the firing detail waiting at the cemetary. I was suprised how many vets there were in a town that size, probably 75% of the guys ages were vets of one branch or another.