The casket was soft, but the road was rough. I was jerked from one end of the thing to the other. My body was pushed from one side to the other as Bill negotiated the turns, the stops, and the starts. Finally, I felt the truck slow. Then, I heard the breaks squeal as Bill slowed to a stop as the checkpoint. I heard him indistinctly discussing the events of the day with a check point guard. I’m sure the others heard the conversation also, but I don’t know if they were as scared as I was. ...