Story of the airport escort:

 

 

On the day Joey returned, the Patriot Guard leadership was at the airport early and communicating broadly.  Debbie,

 

 

Al,

 

 

Dave.

 

 

The U.S. Army Rangers were in the hanger, practicing.

 

 

They had done it all before, many times.

 

 

They did it all again.

 

 

Because this time it really mattered.

 

 

Rob.

 

 

Then we were briefed.

 

 

The army and the PGR would be ready.

 

 

We all wanted to do a good job.

 

 

That was the only reason we were there.

 

 

Daughters were there gain a certain understanding that cannot be had from instruction.

 

 

Sons too.

 

 

The 1994 movie Clear and Present Danger based on the Tom Clancy novel has Harrison Ford playing the Jack Ryan part.  “Ritter” is a smarmy bureaucrat who suborns a South American war to advance his own political career.

 

 

Jack Ryan: You're going to jail, pal!

 

Ritter: [seeing Ryan holds a piece of paper] What is that? What is it you think you have there?

 

Jack Ryan: [waving the paper at Ritter] You broke the law.

 

Ritter: You are such a Boy Scout! You see everything in black and white!

 

Jack Ryan: No, no, no! Not black and white Ritter, right and wrong!

 

 

What does an evil person say to a good person to insult him?  “You are such a Boy Scout!”

 

Colonel David Hunt (in his 2005 book on political science) called warriors like the Rangers “Olympic athletes with guns”.  That is what Joey Dimock was, but that was not all he had to be.  Joey Dimock was also a Boy Scout.

 

We don’t simply recruit healthy young men, give them weapons and turn them loose.  They must also be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent.  Because if they is not all those things, an Olympic athlete with a gun is a menace.

 

In fact, Joey was an Eagle Scout, and so is Samuel.  I first saw Sam when he rode into the staging area with his father.  His self-confidence is evident.

 

 

He put on his Order of the Arrow sash, picked-up a flag and found his place in line.

 

 

Some people don’t know right from wrong and they struggle with life every day.  Sam knows that it is easy to do the right thing if you know what the right thing is.

 

 

We were formed in two ranks, facing each other.  After the family had entered the front of the terminal we were to move around the building and enter the hanger side.

 

Fred stood at one end and announced in his strong voice, “Face me!”

 

Well, military or not, we each knew what to do.  And when he said “forward march” we knew what to do then, too.  We didn’t move in lock-step, but we were looked organized and purposeful.

 

 

I later learned that the family was watching and was reassured about our continued involvement for the days ahead.

 

 

We formed against two walls of the hanger.

 

 

And then Joey descended.

 

 

I stood out of sight from the family and captured an image that will be burned into their memories forever.

 

 

The plane engines stopped.  A truck moved it into our midst.  The hanger door closed.  Everything was silent.

 

There was some bumping noises from inside the plane.  The door opened.  The crew managed some other equipment.  Soon the casket was resting on a short pedestal next to the plane.

 

The hearse had been parked inside the hanger.  The open door of the hearse was 30 feet from the casket.  The Rangers advanced.  They lifted the casket and carried it those 30 feet.  We filed out silently.

 

 

And then it got noisier.

 

 

We paraded from our location north of Waukegan right into the center of the city.

 

 

We then turned west.

 

 

 

 

 

24 hours earlier ago I had the great privilege to witness a vast outpouring of patriotic compassion.  And now it was to happen again.

 

As we approached Joey’s hometown, the number of neighbors standing at the sides of the road grew and grew.

 

Joey’s neighbors.

 

I know what affect it had on me as I rode a bike through their numbers.  I can only wonder at the affect it must have had on Joey’s family following in procession.

 

 

This woman lives near the funeral home.  She was the last neighbor along the route.

 

 

Her children were across the street.

 

 

The army had brought him from the battlefield to an airport in northern Illinois.  Soldiers had remained at his side that whole time.

 

Hundreds of Americans had joined with those soldiers at that airport.  We would remain nearby over the next few days.

 

 

 

 

 

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