Tonight I took part in a detail honoring a fallen military member making his last trip home. As a vet and the father of an active service member it was very personal to me. We lined up by the airplane and saluted as his brothers carried him to the vehicle that would transport him to his family. The gunny who shook hands with us and thanked us was crying as he did so, so deep is the brotherhood of the USMC.
But to me its all one family. Marine, Army, USAF, Navy, Coast Guard....for a period of your life you are involved in something bigger then yourself. Standing with brothers and sisters you'd take a a bullet for. This one paid the ultimate price, and men and woman in uniform were there to care for him and make sure he received the honor he/she deserved.
I looked up at the terminal window and watched the people wondering if they had any squealing idea what it all meant. I wondered if they were even worth it. Frankly I feel bitter each time we have to do this and I see those people up in those windows looking on who will return to their comfortable lives where THEIR kids are safe and they all enjoy the gifts of freedom without regard for those who fight and die for it.
Im deeply affected by these ceremonies and honored that I can be a part of them. But I get embittered too. I look up at those windows and cant help but think these people arent worthy of the price these troops pay for them.