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Solemn Moment

Just recently two local deputies were killed in a shoot out - one of those horrible and shocking and tragic events you hear about on national news but never really think it could happen to your town.

On my way home from work today, traffic on the four lane stopped, and we watched one of the funeral processions go by on the other side of the road. My car just happened to be near an isolated intersection in the middle of nowhere a few miles outside of town, so various soldiers, MPs, and local citizens were pulled over on the side road and standing with signs. We sat within nothing happening for fifteen minutes, but I had read a traffic advisory earlier today, so I knew what to expect. Two soldiers suddenly snapped to attention as a multitude of flashing police vehicles appeared on the scene and stayed at attention until after the hearse went by - I was amazed they were able to maintain that posture for over thirty minutes. I sat with my hand over my heart watching as more cop cars than I have ever seen at one time went by. Regular cop cars, unmarked cop cars, cop buses, and any and every police vehicle that could exist - all with lights blazing. I didn't think to try to count, but it had to have been hundreds. The hearse followed the initial cluster of cop cars and was followed by a few more cop cars and a host of motorcycle cops. Then the fire trucks came; then the ambulances came. They were followed by regular cars, until the procession dwindled to its end. We still sat there for another fifteen minutes for the backed up traffic to get through various lights and intersections to clear a path for the rest of us. I ended up being an hour late getting home, but I was so thankful I got to participate in some measure to saying goodbye to a hero.

Monkeys said when he was coming home from the vets there were people lined up along the sides of the road with signs that stretched from the church to the edges of town. The other deputy, who will be buried tomorrow, lives in the same town as my parents, so tomorrow they may see the same sight I experienced tonight.

God bless our deputies, police, and any one serving to protect our well-being (and our stuff). God Bless the two men whose lives were taken, their families and friends in their loss, and their coworkers who will go right back to risking their lives for ours.

Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host -
by the Divine Power of God -
cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits,
who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.

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