Word: caisson
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...research the burial rites of another martyred President, to make her husband's "as Lincoln-esque as possible." The networks would run nonstop coverage; a million people lined the streets for the procession from the White House to the Cathedral. The flag-draped casket was pulled on a caisson - the same one that had carried FDR - by six gray horses; a riderless horse named Black Jack followed behind, a sword hanging from the black saddle, a pair of boots reversed in the stirrups - a sign that a commander had fallen and would never ride again...
...capable of bringing people back into her fold. When Frost's wife, a retired Army major general, was buried in September, he was touched that Pelosi interrupted her frantic campaign schedule to attend the service at Arlington National Cemetery and then walked more than a mile behind the caisson and riderless horse that took Kathryn Frost to her grave. Afterward, Pelosi asked Frost to visit her in her office. She appreciated the work he was doing to help Democratic candidates, she told him, and added that if the party won the House, she would be turning to him for more...
...body had ridden the dark caisson up to the U.S. Capitol Rotunda in Washington, and the riderless horse, with Reagan's boots turned backward in the stirrups, had walked behind it. Tens of thousands of people queued up there to give their salutes and mumbled little tributes to this man they thought of as a neighbor. The Washington National Cathedral was filled with the world's power fraternity, including President George W. Bush and all the living former Presidents--Bill Clinton, George H.W. Bush, Jimmy Carter, Jerry Ford--and some who had tried but failed--Al Gore, Bob Dole, Walter...
...those of us who were children when she was in the White House, and our parents who wept that weekend long ago, and our children who have only a child's sense of who and what she was. I wish we could stand on the sidewalk as the caisson passes, and take off our hat, and explain to our sons and daughters and say, "That is a patriot passing by." I wish I could see someone'slittle boy, in a knee-length coat, lift his arm and salute...
...genuine beyond dispute: a gesture of splendid grandeur. As sheer spectacle, the tribute was a rousing success. It was vintage Big Apple, a ticker-tape parade through the canyons of lower Manhattan. Blizzards of litter (duly calculated to be 468 tons). Bands blaring (God Bless America and The + Caisson Song). Onlookers shouting down from skyscraping heights. Placards and posters flashing and bobbing (YOU'RE OUR HEROES and THANK YOU FOR YOUR SACRIFICES). Throngs (perhaps a million, according to police) cheering, clapping and even weeping at streetside. The guests of honor, some 25,000 strong, were a wonderfully motley montage...