They lined both sides of the road. Old, young, families…carrying flags, but no signs that we could see.

We had passed the small local airport a few miles out of town with more than usual security near the entrance.

There was a group of brass musicians near a museum waiting expectantly.

Law enforcement was everywhere, even mounted police, and firefighters with their trucks from many different towns.

Scores of motorcycles were congregating many carrying flags, but no signs.

They were getting ready for someone, but who?

We searched our phones as we slowly made our way out of town.

Marine LCpl Rylee McCollum was coming home today. My sister, Nancy’s voice broke as she explained to my granddaughter that he had been killed in Afghanistan and was receiving a hero’s welcome home. The date was 9-10-21.

This isn’t how he expected to come home to his wife and soon to be born baby.

“No one has greater love than this; to lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13