About 20 or so years ago, my father and aunt were police officers in my town. My father still is. Years later, after my aunt left the department, she married an amazing man named Scott. Unfortunately, my uncle Scott passed away a year and a half ago. My town’s honor guard, which consists of police officers and fire fighters, is not paid extra for their services. However, they traveled and hour to Boston to salute my uncle at his funeral. It was one of the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. And it still brings tears to my eyes to this day.