By: Mark B. - May 26, 2014 We stood around the freshly-dug grave as the honor guard fired its salute — three sharp cracks that echoed in the uncommonly warm November afternoon. A bugler played taps, and then two soldiers, in dress green uniforms and spotless white gloves, folded the flag into a neat triangle, and delivered it to their commanding officer. Kneeling before my sister, the officer presented the flag to her, speaking the tim...
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