On Saturday, we attended a memorial service for my great-uncle Paul. He was an
officer and a gentleman. Putting aside my personal beliefs for the day, I was able to watch
the Honor Guard and see it as a moving and respectful ceremony and something he would
have loved.

   

(For critique purposes, I was actually asked to shoot photos of the honor guard, however, when it
came to this shot, I didn't feel like moving down in front of the other mourners to get the entire
flag. Now I wish that I had moved closer.)