Day Four:
Honorable people: PGRiders everywhere, and certainly our
volunteer military. “A keen sense of
ethical conduct” according to the dictionary.
A PGRider is as likely to wear more “Mission Accomplished” tags than he
has earned as a Special Forces soldier is to wear a ribbon he hasn’t earned.
That is: No chance.
In a world so full of
cynicism, there are some organizations that celebrate personal honor. Firemen understand. The local fire departments brought their big
flag.
Perry and
The traffic on Whipple in
front of the
Then the organization that
bleeds red, white & blue arrived.
They backed into a spot
that would allow them to be the first to the cemetery: a space near Whipple, aimed at the parking
lot exit.
The wind made the big flag
a dominating roof. The soldiers stood
under it. We, fifty feet from the
soldiers, stood below its glory too.
SFC Cira sees an
opportunity. He thinks it through
carefully.
Then, under the shelter of
the flag blowing in the wind, he leads his troops across the fifty feet.
We wouldn’t go to
them. We would assume they are
preoccupied with their high-profile duty.
We wouldn’t presume to prevail on them.
Which is what made it so
cool when they came to us.
Soldiers. Airborne.
Special Forces. Men of ethical
conduct.
By walking those fifty
feet they honored us.
It was thrilling in a way
the slackers and the cynics could never understand.
The sergeant has his yellow
chevrons. We have our yellow armbands.
For a minute or two, under
the fire department’s grand flag, the protectors crossed the fifty feet and
reassured the protected.
And just when I was
thinking we could not be off to a better start, it got better.
The deputy, the soldiers,
the fire departments: all understand
honor and so understand each other.
I’ll probably never see
these fine people again – a sad thought.
Then came time. Ralph started the day’s mission with a
briefing that included the way he would have us salute. I still prefer this way, but I was glad to see the
Ride Captain set a standard.
And then we took our
places in our effort to honor one of these two great soldiers. Kevin Grieco and Nick Casey were in that
police station because they were soldiers.
They weren’t sitting on the sidelines, nor were they looking for
shortcuts nor quitting work early. They
were heroes. They risked death because
they embody honor. The cowards, the
shirkers and the cynics are alive and well because they never would never
volunteer for our military.
Take a look at the SFC’s
left arm. (It looks the same as that of
the Special Forces Commanding General, who would also be with us today.) First he volunteered for our army. Then he volunteered for Airborne
training. Then he volunteered for Ranger
training. Then he volunteered for
Special Forces training. And at each of
those four steps, volunteering is not enough.
They take you only if you can measure-up to high standards. I know they are high because many people fail
at each of those four steps.
The people in our military
deserve to be honored. The ones who die
in service must be honored.
When I asked this Blue
Star dad for these photos, I learned that he has those same insights and feels
the same way.
He knows that only our
very best citizens are given the opportunity to die for their country.
This is
He never approached the
picketers within a threatening distance and he never cursed. He did, however, have a lot to say and it is
fair to describe his tone as firm and his presentation as that of
conviction. If you care to see the
display that motivated this
I met Lieutenant Colonel
Miller the previous day, during the visitation.
Within minutes I was telling him my deepest thoughts. He is a compelling leader.
Then the General’s CSM
went down our line. You can see in
Ralph’s face how significant that moment was.
CSM Rollins made the greeting with both hands. This is not a Fourth of July parade or a
Little League game. These two men of
honor reaffirmed each other at a soldier’s funeral.
Then came the General.
To get these photos I was
dancing up the flagline just ahead of General Repass. He must have been the subject of cameras many
times before and he knew to ignore me.
One at a time, he looked a PGRider in the eye and offered the most
valuable thing he has: His hand in
friendship and respect.
So when he ran out of
PGRiders he turned to back toward the door leaving me behind. And that is quite right. But I called, “General, I’m Don Russ.”
He pivoted in an instant
and said, “
It is just a simple fact: I have never met a Brigadier I didn’t
instantly like.
Michael S. Repass became
Commanding General of the United States Army Special Forces Command 146 days
before I met him. Before that he was
Deputy Commander of Special Operations Command Europe. Before that he had two combat tours as
Commander of the Combined Joint Special Operations Task Force during Operation
Iraqi Freedom. Before that he was
assigned to U.S. Special Operations Command as the Chief, Ground Branch,
Special Actions Division. And on and on.
Of course it’s an honor to
be talking with him. It’s an honor to be standing in the same parking lot with
him.
I told him that
From 16 Romans:
17I urge you, brothers, to watch out for those who cause divisions and
put obstacles in your way that are contrary to the teaching you have learned.
Keep away from them. 18For such people are not serving our Lord Christ,
but their own appetites.
The gentleman who arrived
by bicycle intended to confront our friends from Westboro with that
admonition. Sadly, they had left before
he could administer the Bible lesson to them.
So he joined the others who were gathering along Whipple, across from
the church.
There were many people who
traveled to the
The people across the
street and we in the parking lot waited.
There may be eulogies – you never know how long a funeral service will
take. I had visited
My mom had four brothers –
one older and three younger. All four
were in the service for WWII. Her older
brother was killed in the northern Pacific.
Their father, Wilfred S.
Janson of
Sometimes they must
sing. Sometimes they must risk exposure
to suicide bombers.
And then we lined-up
again, this time facing the door of the church.
We stood at
attention. As Nick was carried from the
church to the hearse we rendered a small honor.
Flag bearers saluted as Ralph had instructed us. Veterans and others in uniform saluted with
index finger to the eyebrow. The rest of
us issued the civilian salute – right hand over the heart.
Then we left for the
cemetery. This honorable warrior would
be saluted again and again along the entire route by his many neighbors who
were waiting for the hearse to roll past.
First in the procession were the police on bikes and then two squads. Then the Patriot Guard Riders with flags
flying. Then the PGR cages of which I
was third. I tried to document the
tribute of the many along the route, but I only captured a fraction and the
technical quality is poor. They are here.
And then the
cemetery. I generally don’t use the
camera at the cemetery – there are opportunities but the circumstances are too
private. This time, I made an effort to
identify the individual soldiers who were designated to offer official honor to
Nick Casey. In the photo below are the
General, the Colonel, the General’s CSM, the Colonel’s CSM and Captain Scot
McCosh, Chaplain, Officiant.
There were two army
details. One provided the pallbearers
who the folded the casket flag. The
other provided the firing squad. The
army also provided a flyover by a giant Chinook helicopter. Those photos are here.
A fellow PGRider sent me
his perception of those events. Jim
Stanitz writes:
Sgt.
Casey was interred in a block of the cemetery reserved for military. The location is in a grove of very large fir
trees, and the wind was sighing through the firs as though a lamento. PGR was formed up on a crest above the road
along the gravesite. From my position,
the catafalque was at 1000 and the rifle squad and bugler at 1400. We could clearly hear the words of the Army
chaplain above the sound of a child crying - perhaps one of Sgt. Casey's sons. The reading was from Romans, "If the
Lord is with us, whom shall we fear?"
Just
about then, a CH-47 Chinook helicopter from the Ohio Army Natl Guard at the
And then we too departed,
having honored Nick the best we could.
I had to head straight
back – my Cub Scout den was to meet me at noon the next day near the flagpole
in front of their school so we could practice our Veterans Day Flag Ceremony. But I just didn’t feel like racing up the
Interstate. So, instead of going north
to
The town is arranged
around a square, like many
The door was locked. The only person in view was Corporal
Hollingsworth.
So I just had lunch at the
opposite end of the square, at Eli’s.
Another ten miles to the
northwest and I found the Beldon Honor Roll.
There’s that word again…Honor.
Three soldiers, two
sailors and an airman: Tiny Beldon has
offered six brave men to serve in our post-9/11 military. Of course it is a “Roll of Honor”.
I went west on
This will be like one of
those compare-the-pictures games. Apart
from the affect of the wind on the flags, what is the difference between the
photo directly above and the one directly below?
Answer: The second
garage door is going up.
This guy wanted to throw
some garbage into his can. His house is
located amid farm fields. At this time a
year the fields are empty and is surrounded by wide open spaces. And,today, a guy standing at the end of his
driveway taking pictures of him.
It turns out that the flag
is to honor his nephew.
On to LaGrange. Flags and a monolith with a single word.
I got my
Then I checked the back
side of the monolith to see if the power of its message were diluted with other
words. Nope.
If you don’t know “honor”
then go find a dictionary, but don’t ask a veteran. It can’t be explained.
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