Coming Home At Last
Not an airline attendant or anything here. I live very close to our local airport. I live about 2 miles from it on the same road. I have finally gotten used to hearing the big ones come in. I had left the house one day to go to the grocery store and also pick up some togo mexican food for dinner. All of this is farther down the road from the airport but still on the same road. While on the way, I noticed a hearse followed by a bunch of cars so I pulled over to the side of the road and cut my car off because I live in the south and it is just a sign of respect to grieving family. Once it had passed, I went back on my way. I had finished shopping and went across the street to the mexican restaurant. As I was pulling in, I notice the same funeral procession coming by. So I get out of the car and notice dozens of cars lining the road with american flags. All of us are hanging our heads until it passes. This experience seemed a little odd to me for some reason.. especially the people lining the roads. I assumed maybe a serviceman had passed in the Middle East and was being transported home. I watched the news that night and was not too far off.
Apparently, a serviceman’s bones from WW2 had been identified and he was from a small town nearby. They were finally bringing him home to rest. Broke my heart thinking that 60 years ago, his parents probably never knew what happened to him. I was glad I got to pay my respects to him for giving his life for all of us.
Story credit : Reddit / cntrygrlgotgame