To The Herald-Whig:
On April 3, we buried my uncle, Harvey Bergman, in Quincy. When we arrived at the cemetery, the honor guard was waiting, in the rain, standing at attention, saluting. It remained so until the processional had stopped, the casket was unloaded and placed over the grave.
The guard stood at attention the entire service, never once losing discipline or showing any kind of discomfort. The riflemen did so also, but at least they had leather coats. At the end of the service, during the folding and presentation of the flag, the meticulousness of attention to detail, while soaking wet and cold, that those young men demonstrated was incredible.
My uncle served 70 years ago, long before most of us in attendance -- children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, in-laws, nieces, nephews and others -- were even born; yet the level of respect accorded to him was beyond measure.
Words cannot express the gratitude we feel for the servicemen honoring him; nor can we adequately express the respect we feel for the servicemen and women both active and retired still serving at the cemetery and scattered across the nation and around the world. Thank you guys. We love you.