Under a tree canopy, I watched with my dog the funeral of a young American who died in the Afghanistan war. The ceremony was formal and reserved for war heroes. I saw his parents but wondered where his friends were. A solemn sound from the bugle waffled in the air. My dog got upset and started a most disturbing howl, I covered his mouth to silence him, he bit me and started running away. I chased him. A sad day indeed.