In Texas they really do
pull off the road and stop for funerals
until the last car has gone by.
What follows is a
message from Vicki Pierce about her nephew James'
funeral (he was serving our country in Iraq):
"I'm back, it was certainly a quick trip, but I have to
also say it was one of the most amazing experiences of
my life. There is a lot to be said for growing up in a
small town in Texas . The service itself was impressive
with wonderful flowers and sprays, a portrait of James,
his uniform and boots, his awards and ribbons. There was
lots of military brass and an eloquent (though
inappropriately longwinded) Baptist preacher. There were
easily 1000 people at the service, filling the church
sanctuary as well as the fellowship hall and spilling
out into the parking lot.
However, the most incredible thing was what happened
following the service on the way to the cemetery. We
went to our cars and drove to the cemetery escorted by
at least 10 police cars with lights flashing and some
other emergency vehicles, with Texas Rangers handling
traffic. Everyone on the road who was not in the
procession, pulled over, got out of their cars, and
stood silently and respectfully, some put their hands
over their hearts.
When we turned off the highway suddenly there were
teenage boys along both sides of the street about every
20 feet or so, all holding large American flags on long
flag poles, and again with their hands on their hearts.
We thought at first it was the Boy Scouts or 4H club or
something, but it continued ... for two and a half
miles. Hundreds of young people, standing silently on
the side of the road with flags. At one point we passed
an elementary school, and all the children were outside,
shoulder to shoulder holding flags . Kindergartners,
handicapped, teachers, staff, everyone. Some held signs
of love and support. Then came teenage girls and younger
boys, all holding flags. Then adults. Then families. All
standing silently on the side of the road. No one spoke,
not even the very young children.
The military presence...at least two generals, a fist
full of colonels, and representatives from every branch
of the service, plus the color guard who attended James,
and some who served with him , was very impressive and
respectful, but the love and pride from this community
who had lost one of their own was the most amazing thing
I've ever been privileged to witness.
I've attached some pictures, some are blurry (we were
moving), but you can get a small idea of what this was
like. Thanks so much for all the prayers and support."
These photos are awesome !!
Deborah Register. Com