Post by Bud Upton on Jun 1, 2017 22:35:17 GMT -5
Bud Upton looked at the casket as he held the hand of his mom. He was too short to see the top of it. He could tell that a flag was covering it and that some men who wore what looked like what his dad did. He didn't know where his dad was. He didn't know why his mother was crying. He felt like he needed to be there for whatever this was so he stayed and held his mother's hand as he listened to the music that he had never heard before.
Bud Upton looked at the casket as he held the hand of his wife. This was the first funeral that he had attended where there was no flag on the casket. Last Post wasn't being played by a bugle. There were no men in uniform besides a few of the men he served with in the crowd that was gathered. She was around the same age he had been when his father had died. He wondered if she was wondering where her brother was and why her mother was crying.
"Wesley Upton was a great man." A man in the front said as he stood next to the casket. He was in a Uniform and to Bud he seemed out of place. He knew a lot of the other men that were there but not this one. "He served his God, his country, and his family well. He made the ultimate and for that we thank him, and we thank his family. SGT Upton saved the life of his men and lost his own in the process." It was then that Bud realized what was going on. He dropped his mother's hand. He stood there as they called the widow forward but he didn't process any of the words that she was saying. Eventually, his mother came back and joined him and took his hand again.
"Wesley Upton the Second was an amazing kid." Bud stood in front of the crowd and delivered the words that he had memorized but never had the nerve to practice. "His name sake, his grandfather would have been proud of him. He had plans to follow his footsteps when he was older and a day never went by that he didn't wear his dog tags." Bud had made sure that they had been around his son's neck. "Words can not describe the loss that we are going through. The world lost a great young man and we lost an amazing son." Bud had more words planned but he couldn't say them so he just went back and joined his wife.
Bud Upton cried as he watched them lower his father's casket into the ground. His hero was gone.
Bud Upton cried as he watched them lower his son's casket into the ground. His son was gone.
Bud Upton looked at the casket as he held the hand of his wife. This was the first funeral that he had attended where there was no flag on the casket. Last Post wasn't being played by a bugle. There were no men in uniform besides a few of the men he served with in the crowd that was gathered. She was around the same age he had been when his father had died. He wondered if she was wondering where her brother was and why her mother was crying.
"Wesley Upton was a great man." A man in the front said as he stood next to the casket. He was in a Uniform and to Bud he seemed out of place. He knew a lot of the other men that were there but not this one. "He served his God, his country, and his family well. He made the ultimate and for that we thank him, and we thank his family. SGT Upton saved the life of his men and lost his own in the process." It was then that Bud realized what was going on. He dropped his mother's hand. He stood there as they called the widow forward but he didn't process any of the words that she was saying. Eventually, his mother came back and joined him and took his hand again.
"Wesley Upton the Second was an amazing kid." Bud stood in front of the crowd and delivered the words that he had memorized but never had the nerve to practice. "His name sake, his grandfather would have been proud of him. He had plans to follow his footsteps when he was older and a day never went by that he didn't wear his dog tags." Bud had made sure that they had been around his son's neck. "Words can not describe the loss that we are going through. The world lost a great young man and we lost an amazing son." Bud had more words planned but he couldn't say them so he just went back and joined his wife.
Bud Upton cried as he watched them lower his father's casket into the ground. His hero was gone.
Bud Upton cried as he watched them lower his son's casket into the ground. His son was gone.
