My dad was a WWII vet who served in the Pacific with the Ind 38th Division. He died in '95 and I did really well at his funeral....until the honor guard fired their salute at the cemetery. That sudden burst of gunfire just pulled the emotion out of me. The thought that he was being honored in such a way was overwhelming. As the eldest son the guard commander handed me the blank shell casings in a small velvet bag. That broke me up again. Thanks to all of you who put in the time to honor vets at their funerals.