A properly proportioned flag will fold 13 times on the triangles, representing the 13 original colonies. The folded flag is emblematic of the tri-cornered hat worn by the Patriots of the American Revolution. When folded, no red or white stripe is to be evident, leaving only the blue field with stars.
"On behalf of the President of the United States, the United States Army, and a grateful nation, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one's honorable and faithful service."
The rifle volley is often mistaken by nonmilitary folks as a 21-gun salute, although it’s entirely different. In the military, a gun is a large-caliber weapon. The three volleys are fired from rifles, not guns. Therefore, the three volleys aren’t any kind of gun salute at all.
The firing team consisting of an odd number of service members, between 3 and 7 (size varies according to the rank of the deceased) fires three times (three volleys).
The three volleys come from an old battlefield custom. The warring sides would cease hostilities to clear their dead from the battlefield, and the firing of three volleys meant that the dead had been properly cared for and the side was ready to resume the battle.
The honor guard often slips three shell-casings into the folded flag before presenting the flag to the family. Each casing represents one volley.
Everytime we had a family gathering, Uncle John would make his delicious biscuits. We would always asked for the recipe but his response was always "It is Mama Ford's secret recipe, and I can't share it without her permission, but I will share my famous biscuits whenever I make it". Uncle John kept his promise, often we would receive phone calls to come to the house to eat biscuits.
One day my sister and I went to the local Schwegmann's Supermaket in New Orleans and as we were passing the Bakery Department, we spotted Uncle John with his dog, Veronica, putting his "Famous Mama Ford's Biscuits" into his shopping cart. When Uncle John spotted us, he laughed his big deep laugh that we can't help but joined in with him. We laughed so loud and so hard that tears were running down our faces. Before Hurricane Katrina, the delicious biscuits were still served at all of our family gatherings.
