This post is week old news but still important to me.
On September 21, 2007, Joshua Jackson Reeves was born. His mother, Leslie Reeves, phoned her husband, Josh, in Iraq to tell him the happy news. Spc. Joshua H. Reeves was able to hear his son cry before the phone call ended.
Spc. Joshua H. Reeves was killed the next day, September 22, 2007, when a bomb detonated near his vehicle.
The funeral was last Saturday and I thought I'd be fine. I had only talked with Josh once at a Christmas party last year. His parents and siblings go to church with my family though, so I wanted to support them.
I had a hard time. The community support was unbelievable. On the way to the funeral, hundreds of people lined up on the side of the road with hands over their hearts and flags waving. The Patriot Guard Riders, a group of bikers who attend funerals of fallen soldiers, stood at attention with flags to form a walkway to the chapel. After the hour long service was an hour, and I don't think there was a set of dry eyes, we drove to the cemetery. Again, hundreds of people who had never met Josh lined the street to show support. The ceremony was completed with the presentation of flags, a trumpeter playing "Taps", and 21 gun salute.
At some point last Saturday, I realized just how fortunate I am to live in the United States. This blog isn't about my views on the war, the government, or choices made but a sincere thanks to all those who serve on my behalf. Thank you.
God Bless You. God Bless America.