We, a party of three, gathered as one, to render honors unto those who have passed on. Standing in the distance, ready to fire, in memory of one who has served with honor. Three volleys are fired, clearing a way, for the soul to follow on this final day. Planting another flower in the garden of stone, three shots in unison, a farewell to our own. A final salute to our uniform member, this lifetime of service we’ll always remember. Firing party, a job with pride, always to be seen, firing party, we are a team!