
Excuse me as I step outside the gardening realm for this post. I attempt not to do this, however I felt I absoloutely had to blog about this.
This week I stood amongst 100's of people, waving an american flag, peering through a chain link fence as the coffin of a local fallen hero was removed from a plane and carried ever so gently to a waiting hearst. Today I was slapped, rudely and extremely hard with a dose of reality, as were many of the residents of the small rural town I call home. We have lost one of our own, Lance Cpl. Gregory A. Posey, 22. Posey deployed to Afghanistan on May 18 and was killed on July 30th while supporting combat operations in Helmand Province. I recalled the notice of his deployment in our local newspaper just 10 short weeks ago, he looked so incredibly proud. A handsome young man with a sweet smile, he had dreamed of becoming a marine.
The turn out at our tiny little municipal airport was phenomenal, yet it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I watched his mothers face as she stood and watched her sweet son being carried from the plane and I was overtaken by heartbreak and sorrow. She was stoic and graceful as she stood there, yet as one mother to another I knew her pain was unbearable. My husband and I rode with the Patriot Guard Riders in the 4 mile procession to the local funeral home which was led by what appeared to be the entire county and city police force, several fire trucks and even an ambulance or two. The streets were lined the entire way with residents of our town old and young alike, flags in hand, banners unfurled, hands over hearts as the procession slowly passed. I was incredibly proud of my little community and those who took the time to pay their respects to our fallen hero.
This week I spent my Saturday standing in a flag line flanking each side of the walkway into a funeral home as mourners passed. It was the hottest day of the year and it felt as though sweat was pouring from every part of my body, but as I stood there I thought of my son, of the countless sons and daughters serving in our armed forces, of my father who served two tours of duty in Vietnam, of the young man with the sweet smile who had made the ultimate sacrifice and I was filled with pride and admiration, suddenly the heat seemed a small and insignificant issue.
As we slowly made our way to the cemetary we passed a group of young kids and it was the sign they held which I feel summed up what we were all feeling. In handwritten childlike script were the words:
THANK YOU LANCE CORP. POSEY!
When we returned home I phoned my son and through a mothers tears I thanked him over and over again.
Have you thanked a member of our armed forces lately?