The fire department equipment had not arrived yet and the streetside of the church did not betray the gathers of bikers behind.

 

 

We came one or two at a time, except for the Leathernecks who arrived as a group.

 

 

 

 

Familiar faces; quiet greetings.

 

 

And then we formed for Kevin’s arrival.

 

 

We were told that is would be some time before the family arrived, so we returned to the bike to wait.

 

 

All except two of us.

 

 

The Honor Guard was among us now.

 

 

And so was the County Board member.

 

 

This is the cover of Ironworker Magazine May, 2008.

 

 

Dirk Enger participated in Desert Storm.  Now he is an Ironworker and a DuPage County Board member.

 

Five months ago he was on the short list for Lieutenant Governor with Pat Quinn.

 

 

The Pipes & Drums arrived.

 

 

And then the family arrived.

 

 

Again, we returned to the bikes.

 

 

The service was soon to begin.  Half of us would go ahead to the cemetery.

 

It is special to ride in procession, but we did not assemble to make ourselves the special ones.  It’s not about the ride, it’s about Kevin.  Those who went ahead to create the final “welcome home” for this fine warrior would help the family immensely.

 

 

Those of us left in the church parking lot had time to think.

 

 

We come from different places.

 

 

Different paths brought us here.

 

 

Kevin is the one thing we all have in common now.

 

 

I usually wait outside during the service.  I went inside looking for a drinking fountain.

 

 

The loudspeakers in the ceiling were broadcasting the eulogy being spoken out of sight.

 

 

The musicians staged their equipment near us and retreated to the shade.

 

 

The fire department had parked their equipment in front of the church and joined us in the flagline.

 

 

This young woman chose to stand nearby but alone.  Her sister had been a classmate of Kevin’s.

 

 

Her sister and mother were in our line.

 

 

Francine stood next to them.  I stood next to her.

 

 

And Alice stood on my other side.

 

 

Then the musicians came running back to their instruments.

 

 

The Marines carried Kevin to the hearse.  The family and others followed out of the church to the vehicles.

 

We mounted and formed, Leathernecks first.  This is Nada.

 

Four days later, I was standing in the Lake Forest police station when and office looked toward me and asked, “Were you at the funeral last weekend?”

 

 

It was Nada.

 

 

Nada and the other Leathernecks immediately lined-up behind the fire truck and the other bikes followed them.

 

 

And the hearse followed the bikes and the rest followed the hearse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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