As the soldier’s flag-draped remains were slowly carried off the plane, something unexpected happened. A group of students nearby began to sing. At first their voices were soft, almost like a whisper, but the sound quickly filled the quiet air. Everything seemed to stop. People who had been walking froze in place. Conversations faded. Even the noise of the airport felt like it disappeared for a moment. Their voices were pure and steady, heartbreakingly calm, rising together in a way that made the moment feel even heavier.
I don’t know that I’ve heard a more angelic sound than from these young people. Diane Cupp and her husband were on a plane home from Frankfurt,…