I spent last week in Washington DC.  I took all four of my children so that they might experience Ken's interment at Arlington National Cemetery with me.  I cannot begin to describe the experience.  He was buried with "Full Military Honors."  A huge band that marched two miles playing Christian hymns, the Marine Corps Hymn…with drums beating cadence and marching in perfect step, and that doesn't include the military escort which was even larger.  He was carried on a caisson with four horses led by another mounted officer.  It was much bigger than I could imagined.   All to honor his life.
I had a video made, which will be sent in a couple of months.  I'll post it.

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We left Virginia for Beaufort S.C.  Ken had been assigned duty with a fighter squadron, so he was very excited.  He was promoted to Lt. Col. and became the Commanding Officer of VMA 331.  To say he was happy is an understatement.  He was experienced in aerial combat--Korea-- and would be training young men for the duty that was looming on the horizon.  Vietnam.  But first there was Cuba.

Russian ships were sailing toward American waters to assist Cuba--who was setting missiles in place aimed at us.  The Cold War.  Ken's squadron left their families and went south to Roosevelt Roads (East of Cuba) to prepare for the encounter.  It was very frightening.

As the Commanding Officer's wife, I was tasked with accompanying the Chaplain  if someone was killed.  I was only twenty five years old, way too young for such a duty.  I only got one call.  "We have a plane that has been destroyed and is on fire on the runway."

I asked for the number of the plane, and the caller said "Number one."  That was Ken's plane.

Philippians  4:19 "But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."