This past weekend I had the privileged of going along with some amazing people I had no idea did what they do. I've escorted the living and fallen soldier before but until yesterday there were no faces with those heroes. There was no information other then maybe a name of one of our very owns son or daughter, sister or brother, husband or wife or just a friend. We somberly and respectfully bring this faceless hero home to their resting place say a few nice things and maybe even shed some tears but then our obligation to this hero has been filled. Or has it? I met a group of people yesterday that say no that isn't where it ends. These faceless heroes have family that scarified a member of their flesh and blood to give all even their life for our freedom. Families that grieve daily over the loved one they lost who served our country. That is where my new friends come in. They go to the homes of these heroes and present them with very touching symbolic gifts to help them cope with this tragedy and spend time letting them know they are not alone. Each person took the time to personally talk with the family member, hug them and yes even cry with them. I will never be the same. Thank You all for allow me this honor.
