A Soldier Returns Home

At the end of our vacation, the aircraft taking us from Texas to California included the body of a soldier, escorted by his friend and comrade, a fellow soldier from his unit.

The escort was in service dress uniform. When I first saw him at the gate, I thought he was a recruiter. Three civilian volunteers wearing orange vests with the words Honor Escort soon arrived. I then thought a wounded soldier would be getting off the plane we would board.

But no wounded soldier departed the plane. Shortly before our boarding commenced, the airline attendant at the gate got on the public address, and announced that our flight would carry the body of a soldier from Fort Hood who died on active duty. The soldier escorting his comrade would go to the ramp to witness the placement of the casket into the aircraft. We were asked to stand in silence while this procedure was performed. We could look out the windows to the ramp below.

All the waiting passengers stopped talking and stood up and looked out the windows. The escort met the airline employees, who removed the flag draped casket from a trailer. The soldier escort saluted. Those airline employees not handling the casket or the flag saluted. The flag was lifted off the casket, and the casket was placed into the aircraft. The employees folded the flag with proper ceremony.

During this whole procedure, the waiting passengers remained standing. They did not move around, and they were completely silent. I doubt I was the only one with tears in my eyes.

The casket now aboard, the escort boarded first, taking a front row aisle seat, so he could be the first off the plane.

As we made our approach to Sacramento, the flight attendant got on the public address and asked us to remain seated upon reaching the gate, until the military escort left the plane. An Army honor guard awaited us at the ramp. All passengers remained seated and were quiet. From my seat I watched preparations for the removal of the casket. Once the escort left the plane, the passengers quietly got out of their seats and gathered their belongings. There was no rush to get out. There were no cell phone calls announcing arrivals. Everything was calm and respectful.

This soldier's death was not combat related. I learned from a civilian escort volunteer at the Dallas - Fort Worth Airport that he had died at Fort Hood from complications from a surgical procedure. Combat related or not, he died in the service of his country, and thus his fellow countrymen showed their respect for him on his final journey home.

Creation Evidence Museum

While in Texas visiting family, our travels took us to the small town of Glen Rose, about one hour southeast of Fort Worth. Dinosaur footprints found in the nearby Paluxy riverbed led to the establishment of Dinosaur Valley State Park. But wait, there's much much more! In the 1930s human footprints were found alongside the dinosaur footprints! They of course were not left in place, but instead were dug up to show others. The story is told in the Creation Evidence Museum outside Glen Rose. Go to their website if you dare. The human footprints prove that Charles Darwin got it all wrong with that evolution stuff. Dinosaurs and man coexisted! Every word of Genesis is true, and Earth is only about six thousand years old. All those layers of fossils? Caused by the Flood! The geologic doctrine of Uniformitarianism? Never heard of that!

Fortunately, time constraints prevented us from taking the tour, leaving the five dollar admission fee to be better spent at Rahr & Sons Brewery in Fort Worth.

Atlanta

Work took me to Atlanta for two weeks. Over the weekend I visited some local sites.

Kennesaw Mountain National Battlefield Park



Kennesaw Mountain with Visitor Center and Cannon

Here Sherman fought Johnston in the Atlanta Campaign. He could not prevail in direct attacks, so he outflanked the Confederates, and went on to take Atlanta. Kennesaw Mountain was designated a national battlefield in 1917.

At 1,808 feet, Kennesaw Mountain is the highest point in the core metropolitan Atlanta area. Its park setting and network of roads and paths attract many walkers and joggers. When I arrived around nine o'clock the main parking lot was already full, so I went to a secondary lot. The elevation gain from the Visitor Center to the summit is 657 feet, making for a pleasant 1.1 mile morning walk, but I took the shuttle bus as my time was limited. Kennesaw Mountain lacks the solitude and vistas of the Sierra Nevada. People were all about. On this overcast and hazy day I could not see across the flatlands to Atlanta.


Oakland Cemetery

Of the some 6,900 soldiers buried in the Confederate section of the cemetery, about 3,000 are unknown. Such was the horror of the Civil War. Sixteen Union soldiers were somehow interred in this section.

The grave site of Margaret Mitchell, author of Gone With the Wind, is popular with photographers.

Margaret Mitchell Grave Site

I chanced upon the grave of a man drowned in the Chagres River of Panama at age twenty. I would guess that he worked on the canal construction, and drowned somewhere between Cruces and Chagres. A long stretch of the river for sure, most now under Gatun Lake.

Update: On the Internet I found his obituary, published in the Panama Canal Record:

Gordon Burton Smith, of Atlanta, Ga., a civil engineer in the employ of the Panama railroad, was drowned in the Chagres River near Gamboa bridge on the afternoon of August 20. He was crossing the river in a native canoe which was swamped. Two laborers who were in the boat with him escaped. Mr. Smith came to the Isthmus on January 30, 1908, and was employed in the Pacific Division until January 18, 1909, when he transferred to the relocation of the Panama railroad. He was 20 years of age. The body was recovered near San Pablo shortly after midnight Sunday, and was shipped to Atlanta, Tuesday, August 24.

Elsewhere:

A Card of Thanks. As friends of the late Gordon Burton Smith, and on behalf of his family, we wish to thank all those who assisted in the search for his body, from the time of his drowning in the Chagres River at Gamboa, on August 20, until the body was recovered at San Pablo on the night of August 22. Louis E. Wilcox, A. R. James. Corozal, August 23, 1909.

Martin Luther King, Jr. National Historic Site

I grew up near Oakland, California, birthplace of the Black Panther Party, which chanted "Off the pig!" Thank God Martin Luther King's call for non-violence as a response to centuries of oppression prevailed.

State Capitol

Outside the capitol are signs, placed by the Atlanta Chapter of the United Daughters of the Confederacy in 1920, describing the fall of Atlanta. General William Tecumseh Sherman's siege was a "reign of terror." His order to evacuate the city was "merciless." Sherman's taking of Atlanta and his subsequent March to the Sea are still controversial. I'm with Sherman on this one. The South started the war by firing the first shot at Fort Sumter. The war they thought would last a few weeks dragged on with no end in sight. Sherman saw that to speed the war's end and save lives in the long run, the infrastructure that supported the troops had to be destroyed. So Georgia howled and South Carolina got it even worse. But Sherman let up on North Carolina, which hadn't been as deep into secession as her sisters. In North Carolina Sherman and Johnston met again in battle. Johnston surrendered to Sherman, and the war soon came to a close.

CNN Center

I'm a Fox News guy myself, at least until Erin Burnett comes on.

Erin. Erin. Erin.