Funeral preperations

Getting the clothes was easy. Getting the spot was easy; a little extra funding from the FC general fund filed under "funeral expenses" smoothed things out. The three graves would be next to each other. No matter how hard Captain figured though, there was no way he would get a proper millitary funeral for Ghoster. So, he'd have to settle for improper. Something good, but slightly off. That is what the blank badges were about (as far as captain had figured). Commander was practicing his buggling. He'd been out of practice, and really was more for trumpets. But he'd be good enough. Getting the flag hadn't be hard. A quick call to the VA had turned up a whole warehouse full of them.
No, the hard part was his speech. It had to be something inspiring; something to let people come away with a new sense of puprose and resolve. It had to be something moving and meaningful. Service and Duty. He kept coming back to those.
"Three of our own are in the ground today. We may not know them well, but we know what they stood for. They stood up against Evil. They gave their lives against it. We now know that there is a foe that we must fight, one who has taken our most precious posession from us. Our friends, our companions, our brothers."
Good enough for now. Captain left the paper in the desk drawer and went out to chat with the Crew.