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Last Thursday there was a flurry of activity at the armory: phones were ringing and people were running around, obviously concerned. Usually these activities don't concern me, but this time it was different. SSG K came to my desk and said, "Get your Class A's ready and be at the Stillwater armory at 0800 tomorrow." A soldier from the brigade had been injured in an accident just after his mobilization, and had a leg amputation. His recovery had been going well, after almost a year of therapy - but then he died suddenly, apparently from a blood clot. He was being buried with full military honors, and there was a last minute scramble to assemble a detail.

Many viewed the tasking with trepidation, but I looked forward to it, in a way; it was an honor to perform such a quintessential part of military life. As Mrs. Melobi said, it seems like something soldiers should be doing, rather than sitting at a desk wearing ACUs.

We spent Friday practicing for what is called the "honorable transfer of remains" - the procedure where the flag-draped casket is removed from the transport aircraft and placed into the hearse for movement to the funeral home. There were seven of us on this particular detail; six to lift the casket and one as the officer-in-charge (OIC). The practice session made the event seem rather abstract, because of the many small steps involved and the fact that we had an empty casket with which to practice. The casket therefore became an object to be managed; the fact that there would be the body of a soldier inside of it when we went planeside didn't really occur to me.

The aircraft carrying the soldier's body was to arrive on Sunday on an NWA flight. The military escort and the soldier's parents would be on board - along with a hundred or so other passengers, none of whom would be allowed to deplane until the transfer of remains had occurred. As I left to meet with the rest of the detail, Mrs. Melobi said, "Well...have an appropriate time." Her point was well-taken: what kind of time was I supposed to have? Most Army events are accompanied by a generous helping of joviality, irreverence, and juvenile behavior, but this situation was different. But neither could we sit in glum silence during our entire mission. - by Thunder

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