Fallen Soilder is Coming Home

Our town is quite saddened with the funeral of Lance Cpl. Jessie Cassada. I've just finished reading about his just finishing boot camp in November of 2007 and soon after that in 2008 deployed from Camp Lejune in November 2008 with the 2nd Division, 8th Marines, L Company. This young man, only 19 years of age died defending the country he loved so dearly.

Not realizing what was going on today, I picked up the kids from school and headed to downtown Hendersonville for our usual icecream cone on Thursday afternoon. About halfway there, one of the charges noticed a flag at half staff and she mention that we should be celebrating Marin Luther King's birthday. That led to the discussion of why flags go to half staff and she kept insisting that she was right. We were almost to our road to turn on and right as we were turning, there it was, the motorcade. 30 or more policemen on motorcycles, firetrucks, news crews and the car that carried that marrine's casket. There was a sudden hush in the car. No one spoke a word, until someone asked, why are we stopped? why can't we go? There was a car in front of me who drove through a bank parking lot trying to get where she was going in too much of a hurry to realize, there was only one way in and out. It is so sad that we are in such a hurry that we put our own business in front of someone elses.

I'm quite saddened from today's experience. I really didn't know about this soldier until actually coming home tonight and reading online about it. It certainly puts things into perspective.

I am so thankful for the men and women who put themselves out there every night and day for our freedom. We are so very blessed as a country that we have the freedoms that we have. We should all get down on our knees and thank God that He allows us these freedoms.