The young man knocking on my window was in full dress uniform and he politely asked me to move my vehicle to a side street because a funeral was about to pass.
I quickly moved then sat and watched from the front seat...
It was silent except for the sounds of the marching feet and the muffled drum beating a slow cadence.
The color guard passes..
And then the matching team of horses, pulling...
the casket.
They disappeared down the hill and about 15 minutes later I heard the guns being fired in three volleys then the bugler playing "Taps".
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