My Uncle Eddie fought in WW2 in Italy. I feel bad that I didn't even know that about him until he died late last month and the Army was there to present the flag to his son.  I was OK for the whole funeral until I was walking out and saw the three Army guys there with and they started to fold the flag.  I was standing with my 9 year old nephew in front of me and I think I squeezed him so hard that I smooshed his little liver.  It was one of the most moving things I've ever seen.  RIP Uncle Eddie.