Thank you Rhonda. Your movie was beautiful.
As I watched the movie for the third time I thought of my nephew who enlisted recently and will begin basic training once he loses a few more pounds.
As I listened to the music I thought of my high school friends, some of whom I've lost touch with, and their importance in my life. Especially my best friend in high school. Although we remain (somewhat) connected, lately it has been more cyber than personal.
But what moved me the most was the picture of the folded flag being returned to the family. It reminded me of my uncle's funeral. He died in 2001 after a battle with Mesothelioma. I will never forget standing in the small shelter at Fort Snelling National Cemetery. My cousin had just finished singing Amazing Grace when the military representative folded the flag that had draped his coffin, presented it to my aunt, and stated, "On behalf of the President of the United States and a grateful nation, I offer you this flag in memory of our fallen comrade." It was at that moment that I broke down. Sadly, he was joined by his wife yesterday morning.
My heart goes out to you, both for your pain and your generosity.