On Tuesday, I set out for a bike ride, to enjoy what nice weather we have left. My ride was cut short when I realized I was on the direct path of the funeral procession for SPC Jim Butz. (see previous blog). I rode home quickly, grabbed an American Flag and a camera, and went back to wait. I sat there for 1.5 hours waiting, but there was no where else I wanted to be. I stopped taking pictures when the hearse came to view, out of respect for the soldier, his family and friends. But here are a few pictures. Again the wave of emotion came. Awe, patriotism, respect, sadness, loss, heartbreak....pride.