Yesterday I had the sorrowful duty of piping at the funeral service of a US Army officer killed in the line of duty: 1st LT Donald C Carwile. His hometown was Oxford, MS.

LT Carwile was actively serving in Operation Enduring Freedom with the 101st Airborne. He left behind a wife and two young daughters all of Ft Campbell, KY.

There were fears that twisted members of that virulent group masquerading as a church would be picketing the service. The Patriot Guard Riders (www.patriotguard.org) were requested by the family to assist in keeping them at a distance.



Thank heaven for small favors - no one interfered with the service. Patriot Guard Riders showed up in force, about 50-60, all on motorcycles. They preceded the funeral procession with a quiet roar that was respectful & impressive.



Each rider quickly took a position on the periphery bearing a US flag at a respectful distance. Any protestor would be required to pass through their single rank. A line of police officers protected the other flanks from disruptions. If I'd been a protester, the police line would've probably been easier to penetrate than the Riders'.



My first assignment was to pipe the coffin from the hearse to the graveside.

After the requisite rifle salute, playing of Taps, and folding of the draped flag, my next task was due. I piped Amazing Grace – three verses. On the third, I turned and walked away, thus fading out the music.



Approximately 500 attendees were at the graveside service. Many were law enforcement officers. Also present were representatives from other branches of the US military. A brigadier general was on site as well.

These funerals are never pleasant, the air is charged with almost unbearable grief, but it's the territory that comes along with being a piper. It wasn't my first military funeral, but I pray it was my last.

Slainte yall,
steve