The Flag is Passing By

Yesterday was quite an event, in a sad way, for a family from Preston.  Their son was the first from Preston to be killed in the Iraq-Afghan war - he was in Afghanistan.  His body was brought home in a small airplane via Logan, Utah, and then a cavalcade that included a motorcycle brigade, formed for the 30 miles into Preston.  We understand the people were along the streets in Richmond, Utah, half-way home, and Franklin,  just 6 miles south of Preston, had many flags planted along the way, with people holding more, and giving their respects to this young man and his family.
Two of our neighbors took their children to participate in this procession.  Last night, about 8:00, the doorbell rang, and our favorite neighborhood children, two boys, one newly turned 5, one 2, and two girls, around five were there to tell about their day.  They each had a flag, and proceeded to recite the Pledge of Allegiance.  They then presented Ron with a "letter" about their day, which consisted of the word "To", and many wavy lines.  The explanation was that when they could write, we would be able to read their message better.  All of the children, even those who were too old to tell us about it, must have benefitted from the day, when a young hero, who chose to join the military, and do as his country asked, was honored for doing so.  We are grateful that these young men, both those who come back, and those who lose their lives, are being honored for the sacrifices they have made.