When my nephew Ryan was killed, there was so much grief in our family that it seemed we wouldn't make it through the whole ordeal of burying him. We waited for the casket to arrive in California and that seemed to take a long time, although considering the circumstance that goes into a fallen soldier's return home, it probably went just like clockwork.
When we got to the funeral home the day of the funeral, we found out that there was an officer who was assigned to watch Ryan on his trip back, and whose job it was to stay with Ryan until he was in the ground. This gave us great comfort. To know that our country cares enough for their armed forces that they dignify the whole process by making sure that the soldier's body remains in a sort of protective custody so that it arrives home unmolested.
This one aspect of the whole ordeal made the services bearable. In fact, every step of the services was purposely choreographed to provide the utmost respect and dignity. Every bit as much as a person could ever hope for. If it weren't for that, we surely would have never made it to the end in an upright position. Therefore, on behalf of my family and me, we would like to extend our sincerest gratitude for all of the personnel that was involved in making sure Ryan's last moments before burial were the most respectful and beautiful times of his short life. Our family will never forget the job you all did. We also know it must be very hard for all of the personnel to do that job and are glad that you all were there for Ryan and us.
The Good Soldier
Six pairs of mirror shined black shoes marched in unison. Small deliberate steps taken to an exacting beat. Three pairs faced the other three pairs and suddenly strong hands inside bright white gloves grasped the handles aside of the American flag draped, ultra-shiny metal casket. The six pairs of shoes now faced the same direction and began walking with the precision of a Swiss watch movement. Three on one side, three on the other.
My family and I followed the foot procession down a winding sidewalk. Slowly...painfully we walked. Heads down, arm in arm to form a human chain of love and remembrance. Nearing the amphitheater we saw so many people in the seating area all standing and watching the sad progression. Finally the detail stopped at a central point down in front of the seats. If this were an amphitheater for live performances, the casket would be center stage. With great precision and expertise, the casket was set upon a stand. An Army chaplain reminded everyone that the service here today was to honor a hero. Then he gave a sermon which actually was quite positive and reassuring. The official bugler played a couple of traditional religious tunes like Amazing Grace. The chaplain gave the podium to Gen. Carter Ham who spoke loudly, clearly and proudly as he announced that he was there to award the Bronze Star medal and the Purple Heart medal to the slain soldier in recognition of meritorious actions in the performance of his duties. The medals were given to the soldier's wife Sarah, mother and his father Marvin.
Six pairs of mirror shined black shoes returned with the same perfect rhythm. The detail was back for the next step in this ritual. They removed the huge rubber band and removed the American flag -which was folded with such care that it was almost a ceremony unto itself- then given to the soldier’s wife Sarah, mother and father in a flawless, triangle shaped walnut case.
Immediately after that, Sgt. Wesley called roll. He called out the name, Sgt. Mark Vasquez three times. The second name...Sgt. Gary Collins was shouted out three times. Finally the third name, Sgt. Ryan Young three times. All three men whose names were called died as a result of the same incident near Fallujah, Iraq. They had been on a volunteer mission that was already known to be dangerous. All three were good soldiers and well respected in their units. When all names were called thrice, another soldier shouted, “Not Present! Killed in Action!”
Again, the soldiers stood down...not moving...not blinking. Straight backs, chins thrust high and their right hands to their heads in respectful salute to the fallen soldier. The original six soldiers returned and repeating their perfect drill, just as slowly marched the casket back up to the hearse.Once more with great discipline placed it gently back into the hearse for the short drive up to the field reserved for heroes. We stood on the grass freezing in the late December afternoon as the six soldiers placed the casket on a lowering mechanism then stood down some yards away. The scene was very dignified. Six comrades of the fallen hero standing rigidly as silhouettes against a beautiful pink, orange and blue dusk sky. A shovel was offered to my brother Marvin...Ryan's father, to scoop up the first heaping of dirt and throw down on his son's casket in a final farewell. Then Sarah was given the shovel allowing her to also give Ryan a final send off. Then it was over. Over completely. Now he was gone. My mother, Ryan's grandmother told me as we hung onto each other for support and walked slowly back to our vehicles, "That was the hardest thing I've ever done. Harder than anything".
That soldier was and is a hero in every sense of the word. My family and I will always be so proud to know that he was one of us. He was and still is the pride of our family. Here's to our hero, my hero...my nephew....Sgt. Ryan C. Young. Erin Go Braugh Ryan! Godspeed son.
would have loved his ceremony. He was very proud of what he did, and he
did it well. Since Ryan was a young child, he wanted to be in the Army.
From all accounts told by his fellow soldiers and by ranking officers,
Ryan was a good leader. He made Sergeant in quick time. He was a prolific
Marksman. As dedicated a soldier as he was, he still would tell the truth
from his standpoint. A week before his Bradley was struck by the IED,
Ryan talked to his Aunt Judy by phone and said that it was like hell there.
Hot, dirty, go to sleep dodging bullets and wake up the same way. In between
more of the same. Yet, he was devoted to his job and obeyed orders and
did whatever was commanded of him.