Sunday, at the funeral home
I read about the 40 Patriot Guard bikes that
escorted Eric Lill to the funeral home
yesterday. I heard about the local
motorcycle club that blocked the intersections for us and the large turnout
that watched us. I missed the escort but
I was early for the first day of the two-day wake. Glen and Sue had left our flags inside the
building. Below, they retrieve those
flags as the three principles of the funeral home look on.
Our conversation continued in the parking lot. We learned about the city’s involvement in
this high-profile funeral.
Everyone knew who was lying inside. They would look at the building and at us and
cross themselves. Passing cars would
frequently honk in salute. A fire truck
did too as one of its crew stood on the side of the truck and held a hand
salute. From my hours standing on the
sidewalk this afternoon, I would estimate that a majority of people passing on
foot or in vehicles either crossed themselves or
offered a salute. And from my experience
over the last fifteen months, that is a very high rate.
…also, the other street lamps up and down the
block.
…and notice this window. It offers areas of practice in two languages,
and neither is Spanish. It also suggests
we “support our troops.” That sign in
the window is also the work of Alderman Balcer.
And in every other window up and down the block.
Including, of course, the funeral home itself.
So we unfurled our flags and took-up our
station. The visitation was scheduled
for six hours for the first day of the wake, and we started a quarter-hour
early. I knew the bright, direct sun
would wear me down. I drank a bottle of
water in anticipation of a long, hot effort.
Of course we can take breaks at any time – Glen and
Sue nearly insisted on it – and they offered water, as did numerous others.
Officer Hiatt offered water, and anything else he
could do for us. Of the many people who
would go through our line expressing appreciation to each of us individually,
he was the first. He said he was an Iraq
War vet and that he received a Purple Heart.
He said he was detailed to the funeral home for his whole shift.
But he wouldn’t be alone. Many other cops would come and go. I think they wanted to be there for the same
reasons the Patriot Guard was there.
One person went down our line saying only “Thanks”
and pressing cards into our hands. I
glanced down and saw that it started, “Dear American
Hero” and I looked back up to smile and nod at him. I didn’t read the rest until I got home
because I felt so unworthy.
Tera
Williams would interview Glen for the Channel 32 (Fox) news.
Her
story would open the hour-long program at 2100. Glen was on-script and eloquent, saying
“…honor and respect for Eric. People
will thank us for being here, but it is not about us. It’s about Eric.”
This is Arturo.
From the patches on his vest I know he is a biker and a good
Christian. From standing in the sun holding
a flag for Eric, I know he is a patriot and a good guy. What we do does not compare with what Eric
did, but I am proud to be standing among the Patriot Guard.
Tuesday, at the church
In addition to the Alderman, The lieutenant governor
of
Glen and Ed made good post-mission comments in the Eric
Lill forum of our national website. As I write this, I too have the luxury of
time to pick my words carefully and to reread them and change them. In all my efforts, I cannot do as well as an
unidentified woman in
“My hats
goes out to our boys and we’ve got to give them 100 percent of our
support because this is what they do for us – they lose their life so that we
could all be free here at home.”
Her
story did include a nice shot of Fred’s red truck as the Chicago Police
bagpipes and drums played.
Post Script:
We are an army family, so it was only with some
reluctance that I was able to admit that the Marines have the prettier dress
uniform.
But it was only today that I learned they have the
prettiest umbrellas, too.