Four white doves. Three had pink rings around their eyes. Black eyes. One dove had a black ring around his. White doves, black eyes, blue, peerless sky. Spotless birds, and pure white, the frost white of a rose. A frost white felicity to shame the moon. And the abyss, the dark, dark deepness of the black eyes, jewels encircled, set in pink and black, standing on dainty pink feet in a little white church with a glass door.
The young lady opened the door and gently took one dove. I immediately had the sense that this God’s creature knew in some sense what was transpiring, its role in the unfolding of events this afternoon. There was only the flutter of the flags in the breeze to mark the time, a gentling backdrop to the sounds of grieving mothers, dads, sisters, brothers. The dove so gently held was paraded around the circle then a lady, Brian’s mother, I think, handed off the just folded flag, and carressing the dove to her breast she let it go with a tear and a kiss.
The bird flew straight away and immediately it’s three companions were set free. They quickly joined and flew, fluttering white sapphires in the peerless blue sky, circling the funeral rites below, and finding their bearing on the westering sun, they set off into the heavens, free spirits, liberated from the surly bonds of earth.
Rest in peace, Brian Kubik.
Laid to rest near Killeen, Texas.
August, 15, 2006
Died of wounds received in combat operations, Bagdad, Iraq.
He was 20 years old.
Patriot Guard Riders honored this American hero.
God that hurts.
I, my children and their children to come, owe him and his fellows beyond all ability to say.
God bless this Hero,
who gave his all to protect Life and Liberty.
God bless his family and friends,
and give Grace them with the Peace that surpasses all undestanding.
That was a beautiful tribute,
and we indeed owe him and his fellow Patriots our Eternal gratitude.