My dad died not that long after 9/11. The Marines had nobody in the area who could do a gun volley and taps since they were all heading overseas. Took me about six months of calls to finally put that together.
My father was in the Army in WWII. He died of shell shock (PTSD of that era). Anything that harms our military or veterans makes me white angry, and anything that shows how good the military are, how much they help each other, makes the tears flow. He always wanted to be buried in Arlington, but they didn’t find him soon enough. I was 2 years old at the time. This is a beautiful story, and, yes, I think he was speaking to his son.