The most moving funeral I've been to was also military. A good friend of mine, a kid in my boy scout troop, 3 years younger than me, became a Marine. His Humvee was blown up by an IED in Fallujah and all 3 occupants were killed. He was 20. The funeral was in Arlington. It was just me, my parents and sister, his Mom and brother (our families were close), and a dozen other of relatives. 21 gun salute, flag presentation on one knee, the whole works. I'd been to Arlington once before to gawk at the tomb of the unknown soldier and tour around looking for old graves. Never again. If I go back, it will only be to visit his grave.
