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Old 02-08-2009, 09:40 AM
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Cemetery Escort Duty

I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a
look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the
cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun
Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the
same level--both too high.


I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked
factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old
woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a
sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.


I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly
bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my
hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for
this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.


Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we
might make it to Smokey's in time.


I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first
step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight:
middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress
uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began
the watch at the cemetery.


I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an
old woman's squint.


'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'


She took long enough to answer.


'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow
these days.'


'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.


She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'


' Vietnam, ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'


She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I
ll be as quick as I can.'


I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'


She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie
from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do
this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see
one more time.'


'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'


She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one
of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured
something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S.
Davidson, USMC: France 1918.


She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section,
stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.
She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943.


She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone,Stanley J.
Wieserman, USMC, 1944.


She paused for a second. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'


I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'


She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have
lost my way.'


I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'


'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'


She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones
before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman
USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there
and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.


'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'


Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'


She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle,
Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in
action, all marines.'


She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.
She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it
over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out' gate quick. I have something I've got to do.'


Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the
rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made
it around the rotunda yet.


'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped
it across the drive to the other post.


When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short
straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice:
TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'


I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention
and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a
send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing
duty, honor and sacrifice.


I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.


Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'


As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep
our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold
them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'


Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our
thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.


'In God We Trust.'


Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!


If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation
gone under!
You are required to pass this on NOW!!!
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Old 02-12-2010, 01:36 PM
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It's been awhile but this was a good read. The world has "all grieved" at some time or another for those who gave their lives - so that others may not have to. Your attention to the issue of the day with that little old Lady was a kindness that few would have given her.
I respect your issues and attention given. You will be remembered as will many others.

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"IN GOD WE TRUST"

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