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April 18, 2006

"She attacked life,"

...Army guard Micky Mallette said.

Dixon only spent a half year of her life at West Point, and still the guardians of American power and might decided she should rest right next to Glenn Davis and Red Blaik, the Heisman winner and the legend who taught Vince Lombardi how to coach.

It was 12:25 p.m. when all family members and generals and cadets had cleared from the cemetery, when the trucks rolled up to the coffin and a grim circle of men started breaking the tribute down. The chairs and tarps were folded up, the canopy was removed. The wreaths and roses were placed to the side, and the casket was lowered into the earth, taking away a Catholic girl in the Good Friday rain.


They buried Maggie Dixon at West Point.
...The rain wouldn't fall on her burial day until the mourners had left her casket. Maggie Dixon died with an oversized heart, and the officers and gentlemen at West Point didn't need a coroner to tell them that.

Posted by tree hugging sister at April 18, 2006 11:25 AM

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That was so touching. West Point is classy.

(And THS, we're coming to Destin for Xmas this year. Time for a meet!)

Posted by: Lisa at April 18, 2006 11:31 AM

"didn't need a coroner to tell them that"

God that's beautiful.

Posted by: Ken Summers at April 18, 2006 11:56 AM

How lovely is that, huh? I'd no idea they were burying her at the Point until major dad said something and then Tony Kornheiser on "Pardon the Interruption" gave her a glorious eulogy. Teary eyed again.

(Woo HOO! Pencil us in!!)

Posted by: tree hugging sister at April 18, 2006 02:17 PM