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We were told to stand by one soldier. Standing I watching the two soldiers unfold the flag. My heart pounded against my chest. I could hear marching and commands being yelling outside. "Left flank!" "Aim... fire!" A loud gunshot rang throughout the chapel causing me to jump and tears cloud my eyes. "Aim... fire!" The second shot rang through and the lump in my throat seems to grow larger. I held my head higher and kept my eyes forward. Unmoving. "Aim... fire!" The last shot rang loud and clear. Piercing my heart. Tears silent streamed down my cheeks like hot fire. The bugle sang loud and clear and the daughter let out a loud cry. Her father was gone; brain cancer ate him up. He was from what I was hearing a smart, funny, joyful man. With a mantra of "keep it short." The song was over and the two soldiers began folding the flag again. I wipe the tears that seemed unending. The soldier's blue attire and white hats made me wonder which branch they were from. Just to find out, it was Airforce. The one soldier left and the one remaining approach the daughter. He handed the flag to her before saying a few soft words. I couldn't make out from where I was sitting. The soldier saluted the flag before marching off. The final goodbye. My heart cried. I may not have known this man but I balled. I wish I could have known him. We sat back down and I had the hiccups. Military funerals always get to me.
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