I selected it, Mom. I paid for it. I even helped Amos sign his name because he's not very good with penmanship yet. Amos put it in the mailbox, but I paid for the stamp and put it on.

The burial is over. The caisson and the horses were there, and we walked after the caisson and as far as I know nobody stepped in the road apples. The firing party fired, the band played, and the bugler played "Taps." Very nice. I thanked a captain afterwards and he said, "You're welcome, Sir" and I told him that I wasn't a "Sir", I worked for a living, and he smiled at that old NCO witticism. There is/will be a video.

All for now Mom, I'm tired. And don't take Amos too seriously, but you know that.