Ann learned from the funeral parlor that Harroun, an honorably discharged veteran, was entitled to a plot in Arizona’s national cemetery. A year earlier, he had been awaiting trial for supporting an affiliate of Al Qaeda; now he would be buried among war heroes.
It rained on the day of the funeral service. Family and friends gathered under a portico to hear Ann speak about Harroun’s compassion, the “many tears” he had caused, and the “many trips to the principal’s office” she had made. Flags flew at half-mast. A bugler played taps. Two uniformed soldiers wearing white gloves presented Ann with a folded American flag.