Tal Afar is a city located in the extreme north of Iraq, near Turkey.  According to Wikipedia:  “Sometime during the Ottoman Empire, the Ottoman Turkish Army founded the city as a sole military outpost constructed on top of a hill. Remains of the fortress can still be seen today.

 

 

“Also garrisoned at the fortress were Turkmen members of the Daloodi tribe who, following the withdrawal of the Ottoman Army, became the first civilian occupants of the town build around the fortress.  Following the collapse of the Ottoman Empire, Tal Afar became part of Iraq.”

 

 

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Keith Lloyd deployed to Tal Afar last November.  According to a Milwaukee newspaper quoting his sister, Keith sent a letter shortly before Christmas to Amanda Apollo’s parents asking for permission to marry their daughter.  They responded by email granting their blessing.

 

 

On Saturday, January 12th Keith was killed by an IED in Tal Afar.  The Patriot Guard Riders will support his visitation on Monday and funeral on Tuesday.

 

 

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Posted after the visitation, before the funeral:

 

My grandson and I made the trip to the funeral home for the visitation on Monday.  Martin Luther King Day gave him time off from kindergarten and he was happy to “hold flags” again.  I doubled nearly everything he wore:  Socks, pants, jackets, gloves.

 

We traveled north.  It was just beginning to snow in Illinois:  flurries without accumulation yet.  The closer we got, the heavier the snowfall became.  By the time we reached our destination, the roads were treacherous.  Scott was waiting.  He, along with Kontractor, would be co-Ride Captains.

 

 

Scott had attended the same high school as our fallen hero, Keith.  (A few decades earlier, though.)  Scott would stand for Keith through the evening and then plow snow through the night.  Then with no sleep, he planned to return for Keith’s funeral.

 

 

Our co-Rode Captain greeted us in the parking lot and directed us to a lot across the street.  As we parked in the designated location, I saw that, as she had for the Lemke visitation less than a week ago, Mary had preceded us.  Kevin, Mary and I crossed the street to join Scott.

 

 

Other members arrived.  Kontractor arrived with the flags.  He told us that retired Master Sergeant James Ehler had died and that he was the uncle of southeast Wisconsin Ride Captain Denise Dietsche.  Scott had us “Pledge ‘n’ Pray”.  Then he put the rebar in the ground while others put the flags on the rebar.

 

 

I saw that the funeral home had their flag flying at full mast and went in to suggest that they lower it to half-mast.  At the door I encountered three people.  They turned out to be Keith’s mother and two of his brothers.  We had a brief discussion about whether smoking would be allowed in Heaven.  His mom was sure that, at least, Keith would have the Captain Morgan rum of which he was so fond.

 

 

Photos taken just before the visitation began are here.

 

 

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Posted after the funeral:

 

 

Single-digit temps.  Plus the wind-chill effect.  No matter.

 

The snow was no longer falling and the day was bright.  I arrived early at the funeral home and went inside to check on Keith.  As I came back outside a group of eight people was going in.  I stood at the edge of the sidewalk and smiled.  The first person to pass by me turned and gestured back toward a tall man in the midst of those following.  “That’s the father.”

 

Keith’s father and I stood on the sidewalk in front of the funeral home for a few seconds.  He said he was glad we were there.  I said we were glad that we were invited.  Then his group moved into the building and I moved back to the parking lot.

 

A few minutes later, Kontractor was standing in the foyer of the funeral home with the mother, the father, a few other family members and a few other PGRiders.  He spoke a few words and then presented mother and father each with a PGR plaque.  And then there were a few other expressions made.  I wanted to memorialize that moment here, but in retrospect it seems too private for me to try to describe.

 

 

Keith had been willing.  Everyone knows that soldiering is dangerous.  The surprise attack on September 11, 2001 killed more Americans that did the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941.  Keith knew he would face a dangerous and deadly enemy when he volunteered into the service of the United States Army.  Heroically, he volunteered anyway.

 

 

Keith knew that some things are worth fighting for so we marched in to show our support.  “Support our Troops” is for some as insincere as “Have a Nice Day”.  The peace-at-any-price crowd, once inspired by the War in Vietnam, is again gaining numbers as the war dead continue to return to us.  They seem to assume that the death of a soldier proves that the thing he was fighting for was flawed.  That is very same argument made by the members of Westboro Baptist Church.

 

In 1942, George Orwell famously argued that English pacifists were objectively pro-Fascist.  Three years after the Nazis raped Poland, there were still Londoners who claimed they would rather learn to live with Hitler than fight him.  Orwell was logical and compelling and produced many quotable assertions such as, “The idea that you can somehow remain aloof from and superior to the struggle, while living on food which British sailors have to risk their lives to bring you, is a bourgeois illusion bred of money and security.”

 

 

Our quadrennial Presidential election is less than ten months away.  As a result, we may confine our soldiers to their bases for the four years following.  Then the debate can then turn to how much we must pay them if they are just sitting-around in their bases.

 

But there will still be evil in the world.  There will be people in the world who will try to do evil.  And they will do evil in many places around the world.  Maybe only another 911 will have us all again together singing “United We Stand”.

 

If you hate evil, be good.  If you hate violence, be peaceful.  But if you really hate evil and violence, join the Army.  Because the United States military is God’s most powerful instrument working for the good and for peace in this world.

 

No one loves peace more than the soldier because it is he who must bear the weight of peace lost.  Keith Lloyd did more to further the long-term cause of world peace than Lord Halifax, Jane Fonda and Cindy Sheehan combined.

 

Three genuine peace activists are pictured below standing near open doors at the rear of the Sanctuary.  They are listening to Pastor Nybroten speak of selfless service.  The one in the middle holds Keith’s casket flag.

 

 

Except for voting, the sailor pictured below does not establish American foreign policy.  Without him, however, American foreign policy would be impotent.  The rest of us can go about our lives without giving much thought to the evil and the violent in the world only because he has volunteered a few years of his life to service.

 

Or maybe his service will demand that he volunteer the whole of his life, like Keith.  Certainly that would not diminish the worth of his service, nor the cause he serves.  How is it possible to think otherwise?

 

 

You can see the truth in the faces below.  And behind these two women were collages of Keith – photographs taken over many years.

 

 

Our National Anthem was played on the church organ as Keith was carried from the church for his final journey.

 

 

Back at the funeral home, this is the artwork that hangs over their fireplace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photography from the day of the funeral, Tuesday.

 

 

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