Today I witnessed one of the most sacred, humbling events I have been exposed to in some time. While boarding my Delta flight from Atlanta to Washington National, I witnessed two fallen soldiers in their draped caskets being saluted by another servicemen as they were loaded onto the plane. The soldiers were embarking on the last leg of their trip to their final resting place.
Most everyone who boarded the plane saw what was going on below and the cabin took on a solemnness. The soldier who stood at attention also flew with us to D.C. When it came time to deplane, the captain asked that all the passengers remain seated so the soldier could exit first and resume his duties to those who had fallen. We all sat in silence.
I am deeply sorrowful for the families of the fallen and sorry they were called to pay the ultimate price, but I was most moved by the soldier who was doing his duty to honor his fellow soldiers and staying with them on their long journey to their final resting place.
Soldier, thank you for your service to those young men, thank you for taking on such a difficult duty. Thank you for showing me what it means to honor a hero.
