Rockingham Remembered
Short Stories II
True Americans - Go Texas
What follows is a message from Vicki Pierce about her nephew
James' funeral (he was serving our country in Iraq). There's
something to be said for being raised in a small town.
 

"I'm back, it was certainly a quick trip, but I have to also say
it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. There
is a lot to be said for growing up in a small town in Texas.  
The service itself was impressive with wonderful flowers and
sprays, a portrait of James, his uniform and boots, his
awards and ribbons. There was lots of military brass and an
eloquent Baptist preacher. There were easily 1000 people at
the service, filling the church sanctuary as well as the
fellowship hall and spilling out into the parking lot.

However, the most incredible thing was what happened
following the service on the way to the cemetery.  We went to
our cars and drove to the cemetery escorted by at least 10
police cars with lights flashing and some other emergency
vehicles, with Texas Rangers handling traffic.  Everyone on
the road who was not in the procession, pulled over, got out of
their cars, and stood silently and respectfully, some put their
hands over their hearts.

When we turned off the highway suddenly there were teenage
boys along both sides of the street about every 20 feet or so,
all holding large American flags on long flag poles, and again
with their hands on their hearts.  We thought at first it was
the Boy Scouts or 4H club or something, but it continued ....
for two and a half miles.  Hundreds of young people, standing
silently on the side of the road with flags.  At one point we
passed an elementary school, and all the children were outside,
shoulder to shoulder holding flags - kindergartners,
handicapped, teachers, staff, everyone.  Some held signs of
love and support.  Then came teenage girls and younger boys,
all holding flags.  Then adults.  Then families.  All standing
silently on the side of the road.  No one spoke, not even the
very young children. The love and pride from this community
who had lost one of their own was the most amazing thing I've
ever been privileged to witness.

I've attached some pictures, some are blurry (we were
moving), but you can get a small idea of what this was like.
Thanks so much for all the prayers and support."