This picture was taken the day my sons served as honor guard
for my sister's husband's funeral. They were both close to their
Uncle Steve who died at 52 years of age of diabetes and other complications.
He was in the Navy, but he was so proud of his nephews in the Marines.
Those two sons of ours took it upon themselves to stand on each
side of the casket at the chapel service, and while the Navy Hymn
was played they came from each side walking in unison, stood in
front towards the casket, held a salute, then bowed their heads,
turned back to back, walked to each end.
There wasn't a sound in the chapel, and all eyes never left them,
including my sister's who was so proud of Rue and Randy. It was
so comforting to her that she had a faint smile on her face as she
watched them. Everyone was just speechless.
At the cemetery, Rue was the one who handed her the flag. What was
even more moving to all was when Rue and Randy went up to the casket,
put their hands on it, bowed their heads as the gun salute was sounded.
My husband, Robert, a former Marine, was bursting with pride watching
our sons honor their uncle. He was their uncle, but he was
a fellow military man who deserved a honorable goodbye. Randy was
still in school at Camp Lejeune, but he and his brother performed
as good as any seasoned burial detail.
Proud Mom of Cpl. Rue W. and LCpl. Randall W. Chatfield