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Each and every time a soldier returns home in a flag draped coffin . . . Each and every time a family travels with that coffin along the highway . . . they are not alone. They are met by crowds of people standing on the overpasses, holdings flags, saluting and emergency vehicles flashing their lights, showing the family that we understand what huge sacrifice was made for our country. No matter the weather . . . on the coldest of winter days, during the fiercest storms and on days that the heat can take your breath away . . . they are there. Flags swirling, lights flashing, people joined together in one powerful voice saying "Thank you. Thank you for your sacrifice. Thank you for doing a job that I am not able to. Thank you for giving your child to their country. Thank you".
That stretch of highway is now known as the Highway of Heroes. Heroes they are . . . each and everyone of them. Each and every family that has had to make that drive following a flag draped coffin.
I have travelled along the highway just before a soldier has made that journey. My god what a sight it is. Every overpass, I do mean every overpass, has people standing on it showing their support, their appreciation, their respect. It is powerful. So powerful that it made me cry. I cried for the families facing a future without a loved one . . . such a huge loss. I cried for the fact that sacrifices such as this are still necessary. I cried because I was totally overwhelmed at the sight of sea of red and white and the pride that welled up in me.
I travelled that stretch of highway again this weekend and once again a soldier was coming home. My heart goes out to the families that have lost loved ones and that have had to travel this stretch of highway.
Thank you for your sacrifices.