...A Military Funeral...
...One of my favorite Uncles, Joe, had me prepare his Will. He was getting very ill, and had no children, and his wife had died, He had been a very decorated Officer in WW2, and had arranged to be cremated, and then entoumbed in a military cemetary . When he passed, I took a leave of abscence from my job, and helped my Mother...he had been living with her. (My Father had passed from brain cancer.) We got his wishes in place, and then the two of us flew to the cementary. I had the cremains in my handbag, and kept them close.
...I drove us to the cemetary, and looked at the schedule. I saw which grave he would be deposited, and drove there. I carefully brought the urn to the place, and we sat. After a while, a Military vehicle drove up, and 8 soldiers got out. The Officer walked up to me, and scolded me. He said, "You were supposed to stay there, and we would guide you to here."
...I just said..."I didn't understand".
...He made me carry the urn back to a place, and then his group took over, and the urn was placed in the wall...and they fired a salute.
...I am pretty sure that Uncle Joe was laughing...or...when my time comes to pass...
...HE WILL YELL AT ME!!!!
...But, the Officer handed me the Flag that they had draped, and made a nice speech as he did so.
...The flag is folded, and in a small display case in our house.