Again...

I never thought that i would see this again. This time a friend. I know that one day in my service i would get the chance to wear the No. 1 uniform. What i didn't know is that it would be for the funeral of a friend. Thankfully our reserve group was taken out and we didn't have to wear that dreaded cloth. A day ago we were just chatting like friends would. That morning we were just making fun of him. That night we were in shock and disbelief. This morning we were preparing for his last salute.

Another man.
Another flag.
Another grieving mother.

He's a close friend to many people, a joker of the group and one hell of a rider. Whose fault is it? We don't know yet.

I never thought i would help in clearing his locker. Everyone was silent in the morning when we saw each other, knowing full well what has happened. The same look in everybody's eyes. His closest buddies, folding his uniform and pinning his medals on his last piece of clothing he'll ever wear.

This is harder than it looks. People have cried, are crying or are going to in some private corner.

I guess i need to find my corner.

Edit
*latest news...guess that we're going to wear that No. 1 afterall...