Archive for Sunday, November 21, 2010

Reporter’s cousin, killed in battle in Afghanistan, laid to rest at Arlington National Cemetery

Members of the Arlington National Cemetery honor guard finish transferring the flag-draped casket of Army Spc. Thomas A. Moffitt, of Wichita, onto a caisson to be taken to his grave one-third of a mile away. Moffitt, who was killed Oct. 24 during an insurgent attack in Afghanstian, was laid to rest in Section 60 of the national cemetery during a Nov. 12 service will full military honors.

Members of the Arlington National Cemetery honor guard finish transferring the flag-draped casket of Army Spc. Thomas A. Moffitt, of Wichita, onto a caisson to be taken to his grave one-third of a mile away. Moffitt, who was killed Oct. 24 during an insurgent attack in Afghanstian, was laid to rest in Section 60 of the national cemetery during a Nov. 12 service will full military honors.

November 21, 2010


— It was quiet the afternoon of Nov. 12 at Arlington National Cemetery.

Crisp, vivid sounds punctuated the peace: Commands shouted to the honor guard. Hymns the military band played. The muffled beat of the drum. Four wheels of the horse-drawn caisson meeting the pavement.

It was one of the most impressive things I’d ever witnessed.

And, personally, it was also a sad moment — only because it’s always difficult to say good-bye to a loved one.

Minutes earlier in the basement of the New Administration Building, the Army had awarded the Purple Heart and Bronze Star to my cousin, Spc. Thomas Adam Moffitt.

The 21-year-old Wichita soldier was killed Oct. 24 in an insurgent attack in southeastern Afghanistan. The graveside service at Arlington was 13 days after about 1,000 mourners gathered for a memorial service at Central Community Church in Wichita.

This day, a Friday, I stood with dozens of family members, friends and military personnel at McClellan Circle on the eastern edge of the massive cemetery. The Washington Monument was in plain view.

The honor guard began to transfer Tom’s flag-draped casket from a hearse onto the black caisson.

As the band played the old hymn “This is My Father’s World,” every movement from the guards was measured.

Once the casket was in place, two guards meticulously ensured the flag was tightly in place.

Then, with the dull drum beat, we all started walking on Marshall Drive behind the caisson on our 0.3-mile journey. His grave awaited in Section 60.

Tom’s parents, John and Brenda Moffitt, and his older brother Jake, a Kansas University student and my cousin, led other family members.

“John and I both felt like the caisson meant a lot to us,” my aunt Brenda said. “It was a beautiful fall day, and Tom would have loved it because he was a hunter.”


My cousin had been serving in Afghanistan since August.

He died when insurgents attacked his unit with small arms fire and rocket-propelled grenades in the Sarobi District of the Paktika Province, according to military officials.

Tom enlisted in February 2009, less than a year after he graduated from Wichita Northwest High School. He chose the infantry and was serving in Delta Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th Infantry Regiment, 4th Brigade Combat Team of the 101st Airborne Division, based at Fort Campbell, Ky.

He was seven years younger than me, but he had no trouble connecting with people of all ages.

His fun-loving and active nature made him a joy to be around both as a kid and as he grew into a tall, skinny young man. He left a large circle of friends around Wichita and in the Army.

Tom always had a heart for adventure. Before he even went to kindergarten, I can recall hiking through the Flint Hills together near Alma on the farm of our grandparents, Bob and Jan Diepenbrock.

He loved to hunt and fish and dreamed of returning one day to the Flint Hills to farm or ranch.

And he had another passion.

“Tom was almost a patriot from birth,” his father wrote in remarks read at his memorial.

He had served a stint overseas starting in 2009 in South Korea, but he longed to be in the middle of the action. He was a little nervous but also pumped about being sent to one of the world’s most dangerous places.

And he kept open the possibility he would re-enlist for a few more years, which after his death gave his parents some comfort that he enjoyed what he was doing.

And they chose to have him buried with thousands of others who also served the country.

‘The flag will honor him’

Once we completed our walk to Bradley Drive, the honor guard had already removed the casket from the caisson. Tom was prepared to join 320,000 other servicemen and their families buried at Arlington.

The chaplains and honor guard have the services down to a science, and seemingly few words are spoken. With so many veterans dying daily, especially from World War II, about 27 burials are conducted each weekday.

Army Chaplain Kelly O’Lear read my aunt’s favorite Bible verse, Joshua 1:9. She would quote it often to Jake and Tom when they were growing up: “Be strong and courageous, do not be terrified, do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

Minutes later, the squad of seven riflemen heard their commands: “Ready. Aim. Fire.”


I knew it was coming. But in the quiet and serenity, I and others still flinched. They received two more commands and fired two more rifle volleys each.

A bugler then played the slow notes of “Taps.”

“In life he honored the flag,” O’Lear said, “and in death the flag will honor him.”

Holding the flag over Tom’s casket, the guard carefully made the 13 folds of the flag. Their movements were short, swift and with a purpose. After they finished, Army Brig. Gen. Edward P. Donnelly presented the flag to Tom’s parents.

“On behalf of the president of the United States and the people of a grateful nation, may I present this flag as a token of appreciation for the honorable and faithful service your loved one rendered this nation,” Donnelly said.

The honor guard paid a great tribute to my cousin.

“They’re just so honorable,” his mother said. “I’m just thankful for the tradition that’s still there.”

A temporary marker rests at Tom’s grave to be replaced in a few months with his headstone.

“We couldn’t have asked for a better way to bury him,” my grandfather, Bob, said hours after the service.

I returned to Arlington two days later and picked up a cemetery map. A summary on it outlined Arlington’s history: “All buried here, taken from many walks of life, creeds, and races, answered their country’s call. Their stories will be remembered.”


somebodynew 7 years, 4 months ago

George, so sorry for you loss. And a well written, heartfelt story. I know it sounds meaningless at this time, but thank you and your family for your cousin's (and anyone else) service to our country.

Terry Jacobsen 7 years, 4 months ago

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Amy Heeter 7 years, 4 months ago

Why would anyone post negative comments on this story? Sorry for your loss.

StirrrThePot 7 years, 4 months ago

Thank you for this story. The story of the Arlington burial service is always of great interest to me and always leaves me awe-stricken.

I am so sorry for the loss of this brave young man and I am grateful for his service and sacrifice. Many blessings and much love to those who loved him--your sacrifice is not forgotten either.

Frank A Janzen 7 years, 4 months ago

My condolences. Thanks for the well-written memorial. Rest in peace, Tom.

Marcy McGuffie 7 years, 4 months ago

George - I am so sorry for your family's loss. He was a true hero. What a beautifully written memorial, in his honor.

Sheryl Wiggins 7 years, 4 months ago

Mr. Diepenbrock--that was a beautifully written story, thank you for sharing. I stand in awe of those who serve in our military. A heartfelt THANK YOU.

Cait McKnelly 7 years, 4 months ago

I can't begin to say anything that hasn't already been said in the comments above. One of my best loved friends is a 32 year old man who calls me "Ma". He is a long term member of the Army (over 10 years) and has risen to the level of Staff Sargent. He has already done two tours in Iraq and this coming January will leave for Afghanistan. Every time he goes it's like my heart stops beating until he comes home. He once told me that every time you go to an "active zone", it's always in the back of your head that you could die. But the military is a job and you can die doing a lot of jobs and honestly, you don't have time to worry about it. He's so philosophical (almost zen, sometimes) about it. But once more, when he ships out in January, a small piece of me will hold my breath until he's back here. I'm so sorry that Tom didn't make it. Now I have to go weep a little.

dinglesmith 7 years, 4 months ago

Each day, in both war and peace, our nation depends on soldiers from privates to generals who follow orders whether they want to or not. Whether this young man was liberal or conservative, Republican or Democrat, dove or hawk, he followed his orders as his commanders followed theirs. Whether this young man agreed or disagreed with the politics behind this war, he followed his orders. It has been this way since the beginning of our nation. Please think about this before you use a soldier's death to make a political statement.

irnmadn88 7 years, 4 months ago

My brother is interred in Arlington National Cemetery. Unless you have been there, done that... written words are, well,...

My condolences.

Tina Roberts 7 years, 4 months ago

George, So sorry for your loss. He was much too young. Condolences. Tina

kernal 7 years, 4 months ago

George, you did him an additional honor by sharing this story with us. Sorry for this loss to his family and friends.

Beth Ennis 7 years, 4 months ago

May God bless you and your family. I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing this story.

knsgal 7 years, 3 months ago

A burial at Arlington is one of the most moving ceremonies I know. I gave my husband to that hallowed ground in 2008. Tears still come as I read of our heroes who join those who have gone before them. No matter rank or race, each is treated with such respect and honor as they join their "buddies". My heart goes out to this family and friends. May God comfort them as they adjust to life without their loved one.

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