My mom and her siblings, with my grandparents of course, lived across the street from this chapel at one point. Uncle Richard remembered riding his bike through the cemetery as a child.
It was frigid cold but a lot of us walked the + -mile and half, following the cason to the gravesite.
21 gun salute. There was a 21 artillery salute as well!
Taps....
My mom receiving the flag.
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