I'm not sure why I went. Hope I never have to go again. But I probably will. And I definitely would. I'm not a joiner, by nature. Not gregarious, not especially patriotic and probably busier than God, but I walk to the overpass north of my house to see the fallen soldier's motorcade drive by on the 401. No expectations, but I'm surprised by the 40 people already there at 8:15. That was the time we'd been told the plane was expected at Trenton CFB. Then there'll be about a half hour for the ramp ceremony before the limos start their trip to Toronto. But we've all learned that the times can change without notice and it's better to be too early than too late. There are already large flags hanging over the railing, already cars on the 401 below honking and flashing their lights, big rigs as well. Every now and then somebody in a passenger seat takes our picture. I wonder what they think they're taking a picture of. Probably not a wake. As the crowd on