In the last two weeks I have been in nine different states, and have seen lots of bikes on the road, some in groups of more than five, and some twos and threes. In Texas I saw a group riding north on I-35 that looked very tight, and riding in a formation. I could not tell if it was a club, or a Patriot Guard mission, or just some folks practicing for the Run, but they looked good. Very good. There are a lot of billboards out there reminding folks to look twice for bikes and bikers cause we are everywhere. Just a reminder to my friends that ride, keep your eyes open, and concentrate on what you are doing, because you are almost guaranteed that the big trucks and four wheelers (aka cages) are not paying attention to you. A biker that is aware of what is going on around him will make it where he is going a lot safer, than one that is not aware. Remember those cages will not see you until after they hit you, then they will try to blame you for being in their way, so please stay aware, stay upright and visible. Slowing down a little will help too.
Thanks everyone for reading these words, I will be updating the Runs progress, even though I won't be able to go all the way this year. I have hopes of joining my Brother and his Wife at Goodland, KS and then going at least as far as Saint Louis, but I still do not know, an probably won't know till the kickstand is up.
Bounce
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Time to Start writing again....or Ludlow to Needles...98 miles that gets to me
On Sunday I drove I-40 east out of Bartstow, CA. and like always, at least since 2007, I tuned my radio to Sirius 60's on 6, for this stretch of road. It can be pretty boring, nothing to look at but scrub bushes, cacti, and rocks. As usual there was not much traffic so I sort of let my mind wander with the songs. I was remembering the toughest motorcycle ride I ever did. In May of 2007 I rode this section as escort to the RFTW missing man. This is a formation at the front of the pack, and a lot of folks think it is the easiest place to ride in a pack of 600+ motorcycles. Those folks have never done it, or they would not think like that. 2007 was my fourth Run, and my third All the Way trip. I requested to ride the missing man formation early, and really did not know if I was even going to be able to do it until that day. The coordinator had told me that he wanted to have me do it from Ludlow to Needles, but that he would confirm it the leg before so that I could get out of the pack and get into position at the Ludlow fuel stop. Normally I ride in the fourth platoon, no matter which platoon is in that slot, so that I can communicate with trucks, and relay communication from the front of the pack to the back. Krazy Karl was doing this job during this leg (he does it way better than I do anyway, his radio is better, and folks listen when he talks. He says I only have two moving parts and the same stuff comes out of both of them. I will let the reader fill in the blanks here, one part is a three letter word, and the other is a five letter word. He is probably right by the way.)
So I got into position right behind the Route Coordinator, and in front of the main chaplain, and Honey Buns, the Missing Man Coordinator, gave me a rundown on what was expected of me. He then said that he would be watching me and would give me hand signals in my mirror, to watch for them. Then he told me something that I will never forget "This is a tough spot to ride in, things happen in this formation , sometimes they are good sometimes they are bad, but do not worry I will take care of you, you will do fine."
I sat there on my bike waiting for the "Five Minutes" call ( this usually means the pack is rolling in two or three minutes by the way) and I remember thinking, what the heck is he talking about? Things happen? What could that mean?
Well the first thing I did was turn my CB radio off, did not need the distraction especially since I had just been told "things happen in this spot". I thought I I had turned my satellite radio off too, but I had not, it just did not have any signal where we were sitting. Then "Five Minutes" came and went and we were rolling. About ten minutes late my satellite radio started receiving, and it was tuned to 60's on 6. I was not really listening, I was concentrating on holding my interval and speed with Hammer (Ron Young), and in that concentration I started to feel like there was a bike next to me doing the same. It was the strangest feeling I have ever had. There was no bike there, but there was a well the only word I can use to describe it is a presence next to me. It felt good, and I have never felt safer at anytime on my motorcycle. The only riding I do is Run For The Wall, and that equates to a little over 6800 miles a year. I get my practice riding out to LA, and I am pretty good at riding in the pack, but I also enjoy the job I have (more on that in a later post). But this stretch, it was about 90 miles, maybe a little more, or a little less, was the most intense riding I have ever done. Not because of the road, but because of the feeling that I could not make any mistakes, and that I had to be perfect because all the folks behind me were riding because of that one missing motorcycle, that for some reason seemed to be there, a little out of phase with us, but there never the less.
Some folks say FNG's should be the ones doing this, others say it should be Nam Vets, and still others think it should be only experienced riders. As for me it does not matter, some one is going to do it. All I can say is that they better be ready for the toughest ride in their life, because that missing man is watching too, and thanking each and every one of us for not forgetting.
Bounce
So I got into position right behind the Route Coordinator, and in front of the main chaplain, and Honey Buns, the Missing Man Coordinator, gave me a rundown on what was expected of me. He then said that he would be watching me and would give me hand signals in my mirror, to watch for them. Then he told me something that I will never forget "This is a tough spot to ride in, things happen in this formation , sometimes they are good sometimes they are bad, but do not worry I will take care of you, you will do fine."
I sat there on my bike waiting for the "Five Minutes" call ( this usually means the pack is rolling in two or three minutes by the way) and I remember thinking, what the heck is he talking about? Things happen? What could that mean?
Well the first thing I did was turn my CB radio off, did not need the distraction especially since I had just been told "things happen in this spot". I thought I I had turned my satellite radio off too, but I had not, it just did not have any signal where we were sitting. Then "Five Minutes" came and went and we were rolling. About ten minutes late my satellite radio started receiving, and it was tuned to 60's on 6. I was not really listening, I was concentrating on holding my interval and speed with Hammer (Ron Young), and in that concentration I started to feel like there was a bike next to me doing the same. It was the strangest feeling I have ever had. There was no bike there, but there was a well the only word I can use to describe it is a presence next to me. It felt good, and I have never felt safer at anytime on my motorcycle. The only riding I do is Run For The Wall, and that equates to a little over 6800 miles a year. I get my practice riding out to LA, and I am pretty good at riding in the pack, but I also enjoy the job I have (more on that in a later post). But this stretch, it was about 90 miles, maybe a little more, or a little less, was the most intense riding I have ever done. Not because of the road, but because of the feeling that I could not make any mistakes, and that I had to be perfect because all the folks behind me were riding because of that one missing motorcycle, that for some reason seemed to be there, a little out of phase with us, but there never the less.
Some folks say FNG's should be the ones doing this, others say it should be Nam Vets, and still others think it should be only experienced riders. As for me it does not matter, some one is going to do it. All I can say is that they better be ready for the toughest ride in their life, because that missing man is watching too, and thanking each and every one of us for not forgetting.
Bounce
Monday, January 30, 2012
Run for the Wall
First heard this song in 2005, and I for one will never forget. Thanks Joey, and may God Bless all of our Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines, and Coast Guardsmen. They fight so that we can be free.
Run For The Wall...it is a mission not a party not a rally. You do not have to like it you just have to do it
In 2004 my younger Brother Bob called me, and he was happy and excited. This was not strange, but simply amazing. We had not really gotten along well for years prior to this for many reasons. He told me that I needed to do a motorcycle ride with him. I did not even have a motorcycle at the time. I got the web address rftw.org from him and took a look. My wife looked at it too and told me that I should do this. Well I hemmed and hawed for months. I looked at bikes, but had no idea what to get, or if I would even be able to do this trip with my Brother. I told him it sounded like it was for Viet Nam Vets, and I am not one of those, even though he is. He then told me that the guy that was leading the pack in 04 had a hat that read "I wasn't there but I still care." Well that and finding a bike that I could afford settled it. My Wife had already booked rooms from Colorado to DC, and decided that she and my Dad, aka The Old Marine, would be going along and meet up with us in Mount Vernon Il. Well I showed up in Colorado two days before we, my Brother and I were to meet up with the run. He had arranged for a private one on one Motorcycle Safety Advanced Riders course for the two of us, and then he and I rode around a bit before we met a group and rode out to meet the Run.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into (This ride should have a warning label on it that reads "Caution this is a mission and if you participate in any part of it you will be hooked") I immediately felt welcome as an FNG (Fun New Guy) even though when I was in the Air Force that term was pretty negative, here it felt good. My Brother had only gone from LA to Colorado the previous year, so we both had no idea what to expect. He knew what the riding would be like, and his advice and help made it easier. There were wild moments, like in Kansas when a Day Rider without a helmet got hit by a construction cone and debris from a concrete saw and went down hard right next to me in a construction zone. Then there was Kansas City, wow what a rush. For my friends that experienced the "Topeka Turn Around" in 2011 Kansas City in 2005 was a lot worse. At leas in 2011 we stayed together as a pack. In 2004 the leader missed an exit because the Road Guard couldn't get posted in the right spot due to construction. The leader kept going, and the pack simply exploded, riders that knew the correct route took it, those of us that didn't simply kept going straight on I-70. My Brother and I could hear the leader on the radio advising his speed and location. We took off at a high rate of speed (sometimes hitting triple digits) to catch him, but got sane quick and slowed down and the pack reformed a little smaller but eventually we all ended up where we needed to be.
After this incident one rider came up to me in Wentzville MO and gave me a hug and told me that he was so happy to see me in front of him cause he knew I had that radio and would know where to go. I never told him that I was as lost as he was, I just smiled and said something about it was a good thing we were there in one piece.
During that first trip I heard a lot of Trucks cussing us, and wondering what we were doing blocking up the highway like that. One of the said something like "Sure wish I was rich like that so I could rally and party like those clowns are." J.R. Franklin came across the radio with the following answer (it may not be word for word, but it is close and I remember it well because in the last 8 years I have repeated it like a script thousands of times) "Driver we know we are a spectacle, we do not mean to be, most of theses folks would walk across the country if they had to to make people like you aware that not everyone came home from Viet Nam. But this is not a Rally, it is not a Party, hell it is not even a fun ride. It is a mission, and like all missions you do not have to like it, you just have to do it."
Well J.R. was leading the pack so he had to stay on a different channel than 19 most of the time. I took it upon myself to relay that little message to anyone that would listen from Kansas City to D.C. There were about 5 days left on the 10 day trip at that point, and it took 3 days for the hate and animosity to become praise and admiration for our mission. I also called in to Claire B. Lang's Dialed in show on XM radio cause I was a regular caller, and Claire actually supported us. The next year she interviewed me for about 15 minutes, and that interview was replayed 4 or 5 times. That really got the word out.
In 2007 I became more than just a guy that talked on the CB radio, I actually had a two man team, Krazy
I got my road name in 2007 too. Riding into Angel Fire New Mexico I got hit by a big truck, and sort of bounced off it. Originally (and I still think it is) my name was to be "Dances with Semi's" and some called me Semi Slayer (it seems the truck I bounced off of pulled over around the next curve to let the bikes by and got stuck in the dirt on the shoulder and was towed away) but Bounce sort of stuck, and Clyde (that is the name I had given my motorcycle in 2005 when I first got him) liked it too. $3200 worth of damage to the bike, and all I did was duct tape the side bag, and straighten out the shifter and crash bar, then rode on to DC and back home to Wisconsin. Say what you want to about Yamahas, they are one tough bike. Oh and I am one lucky rider too.
So any way for those of you that read this remember Run For The Wall is a Mission. It is not a party, it is not a rally, and after the first year it is rewarding but it is a tough ride. You do not have to like it, you just have to do it. If we stop riding across the country to make people aware that 17000 plus folks are still not back from Viet Nam, and thousands more are still in Korea, and the Pacific, and Europe, unaccounted for, our Government will forget those that gave their all for this countries freedoms.
Never Forget. Will I be there this year? It does not look like it. My wife is ill, and my job has changed a lot, and I need to keep it. Will I support the Run, forever. I will call in to the usual truck shows and let the drivers know we have two routes and one mission, and beg them to protect my friends especially the FNG's that have never ridden in a ride like this, absolutely. Formation riding is tough, but in a pack of over 500 bikes it is inherently dangerous, and safe at the same time, as there are safety in the shear numbers.
Will I worry about the folks on the Run, no, I will pray that they are safe, but they have a great leader this year, and he will accomplish his mission of safely getting everyone from LA to DC. Will there be mistakes made, probably, but I pray that no one gets hurt, and that the FNG's get the bug that I did. If there is anyway that I can be there I will be there, but for now it will be only in spirit. Thanks to everyone that has praised me, or thanked me or even just put up with me over the years. I hope someone will step up and take over the job I created. If they do I will gladly send them notes, and the SOP that I wrote and presented to the BOD so many years ago.
Run For The Wall is the largest longest Motorcycle Event in the world (this is recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records). This event, no Mission, involves thousands of volunteers and riders, it costs $20.00 to register for the 10 days of the ride (this fee is the same if you start on day 1 or day 9) and it costs time, and gas money, and hotel costs. If you camp, at least on the Central Route, there is no place that charges a fee. It can be done with a little planning and saving. I sold my truck this July, and the deal I have now will not allow me to do it this year. I will be back, because I promised a few folks that I would do this until everyone came home. The folks I promised have their name carved in black granite, and there are over 50,000 of them. They and the thousands that are still unaccounted for are reason enough to do this run. They are the reason for the Mission, ride safe stay upright and visible my friends.
Bounce
I had no idea what I was getting myself into (This ride should have a warning label on it that reads "Caution this is a mission and if you participate in any part of it you will be hooked") I immediately felt welcome as an FNG (Fun New Guy) even though when I was in the Air Force that term was pretty negative, here it felt good. My Brother had only gone from LA to Colorado the previous year, so we both had no idea what to expect. He knew what the riding would be like, and his advice and help made it easier. There were wild moments, like in Kansas when a Day Rider without a helmet got hit by a construction cone and debris from a concrete saw and went down hard right next to me in a construction zone. Then there was Kansas City, wow what a rush. For my friends that experienced the "Topeka Turn Around" in 2011 Kansas City in 2005 was a lot worse. At leas in 2011 we stayed together as a pack. In 2004 the leader missed an exit because the Road Guard couldn't get posted in the right spot due to construction. The leader kept going, and the pack simply exploded, riders that knew the correct route took it, those of us that didn't simply kept going straight on I-70. My Brother and I could hear the leader on the radio advising his speed and location. We took off at a high rate of speed (sometimes hitting triple digits) to catch him, but got sane quick and slowed down and the pack reformed a little smaller but eventually we all ended up where we needed to be.
After this incident one rider came up to me in Wentzville MO and gave me a hug and told me that he was so happy to see me in front of him cause he knew I had that radio and would know where to go. I never told him that I was as lost as he was, I just smiled and said something about it was a good thing we were there in one piece.
During that first trip I heard a lot of Trucks cussing us, and wondering what we were doing blocking up the highway like that. One of the said something like "Sure wish I was rich like that so I could rally and party like those clowns are." J.R. Franklin came across the radio with the following answer (it may not be word for word, but it is close and I remember it well because in the last 8 years I have repeated it like a script thousands of times) "Driver we know we are a spectacle, we do not mean to be, most of theses folks would walk across the country if they had to to make people like you aware that not everyone came home from Viet Nam. But this is not a Rally, it is not a Party, hell it is not even a fun ride. It is a mission, and like all missions you do not have to like it, you just have to do it."
Well J.R. was leading the pack so he had to stay on a different channel than 19 most of the time. I took it upon myself to relay that little message to anyone that would listen from Kansas City to D.C. There were about 5 days left on the 10 day trip at that point, and it took 3 days for the hate and animosity to become praise and admiration for our mission. I also called in to Claire B. Lang's Dialed in show on XM radio cause I was a regular caller, and Claire actually supported us. The next year she interviewed me for about 15 minutes, and that interview was replayed 4 or 5 times. That really got the word out.
In 2007 I became more than just a guy that talked on the CB radio, I actually had a two man team, Krazy
I got my road name in 2007 too. Riding into Angel Fire New Mexico I got hit by a big truck, and sort of bounced off it. Originally (and I still think it is) my name was to be "Dances with Semi's" and some called me Semi Slayer (it seems the truck I bounced off of pulled over around the next curve to let the bikes by and got stuck in the dirt on the shoulder and was towed away) but Bounce sort of stuck, and Clyde (that is the name I had given my motorcycle in 2005 when I first got him) liked it too. $3200 worth of damage to the bike, and all I did was duct tape the side bag, and straighten out the shifter and crash bar, then rode on to DC and back home to Wisconsin. Say what you want to about Yamahas, they are one tough bike. Oh and I am one lucky rider too.
So any way for those of you that read this remember Run For The Wall is a Mission. It is not a party, it is not a rally, and after the first year it is rewarding but it is a tough ride. You do not have to like it, you just have to do it. If we stop riding across the country to make people aware that 17000 plus folks are still not back from Viet Nam, and thousands more are still in Korea, and the Pacific, and Europe, unaccounted for, our Government will forget those that gave their all for this countries freedoms.
Never Forget. Will I be there this year? It does not look like it. My wife is ill, and my job has changed a lot, and I need to keep it. Will I support the Run, forever. I will call in to the usual truck shows and let the drivers know we have two routes and one mission, and beg them to protect my friends especially the FNG's that have never ridden in a ride like this, absolutely. Formation riding is tough, but in a pack of over 500 bikes it is inherently dangerous, and safe at the same time, as there are safety in the shear numbers.
Will I worry about the folks on the Run, no, I will pray that they are safe, but they have a great leader this year, and he will accomplish his mission of safely getting everyone from LA to DC. Will there be mistakes made, probably, but I pray that no one gets hurt, and that the FNG's get the bug that I did. If there is anyway that I can be there I will be there, but for now it will be only in spirit. Thanks to everyone that has praised me, or thanked me or even just put up with me over the years. I hope someone will step up and take over the job I created. If they do I will gladly send them notes, and the SOP that I wrote and presented to the BOD so many years ago.
Run For The Wall is the largest longest Motorcycle Event in the world (this is recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records). This event, no Mission, involves thousands of volunteers and riders, it costs $20.00 to register for the 10 days of the ride (this fee is the same if you start on day 1 or day 9) and it costs time, and gas money, and hotel costs. If you camp, at least on the Central Route, there is no place that charges a fee. It can be done with a little planning and saving. I sold my truck this July, and the deal I have now will not allow me to do it this year. I will be back, because I promised a few folks that I would do this until everyone came home. The folks I promised have their name carved in black granite, and there are over 50,000 of them. They and the thousands that are still unaccounted for are reason enough to do this run. They are the reason for the Mission, ride safe stay upright and visible my friends.
Bounce
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Sorry I have not written much this year
I was just noticing that there are still folks out there that have been looking at this blog. My Sister-In-Law calls them my rants. Well she is probably right, she has been smart enough to keep my Brother out of trouble. I just have not really had a lot of time lately to write. I rode Clyde last in May, and have not even seen that darn bike since then. He is in really good care and has been getting ridden regularly by a friend of mine. He needs two new tires, and probably an oil change and tune up before this May.
The other day I met a Legion Rider at the Petro Truck Stop outside Kingman Arizona. I mentioned the Run to him, and he told me that he had heard of it. I told him to check out the forum. His Legion Riders Group organizes one of the Over Pass displays we ride under, so he knows about the Run, he stated that he thought he should do it. He was a little surprised when I told him that he could probably do the whole thing for less than a $1000.00 if he planned on camping.
I started thinking about that. The Run doesn't really cost anything but time and a little cash. For me the mission itself if pretty important. Reading and posting on the forum for RFTW.org can be fun, and there are so many new folks posting every day. I look back on the seven years that I have done this run, and actually its eight years cause I did things in 2010 to support them even though I could not make the trip that year. All seven rides were good, and I enjoyed them.
Here is a warning to any and all that participate in Run For The Wall, it is an addicting thing, and if you participate even in one leg, eventually you will be back and do more and more. If you ever join us your life will be changed for the good forever. The folks that do the Run are one big family. Sometimes dysfunctional but a family that loves and cherishes all its members. That is a good thing.
We cannot let our leaders forget the people that have been left behind. This will be the twenty fifth year of Rolling Thunder, and the twenty fourth Run For the Wall. Thank you to all that have served our country, and all that have kept our mission alive all these years. Till they all come home. Never forget Freedom is not Free. Some day we won't have to ride to D.C. anymore because our demand for an accounting and return of the missing will be answered. Until then we ride, and that to is a good thing.
The other day I met a Legion Rider at the Petro Truck Stop outside Kingman Arizona. I mentioned the Run to him, and he told me that he had heard of it. I told him to check out the forum. His Legion Riders Group organizes one of the Over Pass displays we ride under, so he knows about the Run, he stated that he thought he should do it. He was a little surprised when I told him that he could probably do the whole thing for less than a $1000.00 if he planned on camping.
I started thinking about that. The Run doesn't really cost anything but time and a little cash. For me the mission itself if pretty important. Reading and posting on the forum for RFTW.org can be fun, and there are so many new folks posting every day. I look back on the seven years that I have done this run, and actually its eight years cause I did things in 2010 to support them even though I could not make the trip that year. All seven rides were good, and I enjoyed them.
Here is a warning to any and all that participate in Run For The Wall, it is an addicting thing, and if you participate even in one leg, eventually you will be back and do more and more. If you ever join us your life will be changed for the good forever. The folks that do the Run are one big family. Sometimes dysfunctional but a family that loves and cherishes all its members. That is a good thing.
We cannot let our leaders forget the people that have been left behind. This will be the twenty fifth year of Rolling Thunder, and the twenty fourth Run For the Wall. Thank you to all that have served our country, and all that have kept our mission alive all these years. Till they all come home. Never forget Freedom is not Free. Some day we won't have to ride to D.C. anymore because our demand for an accounting and return of the missing will be answered. Until then we ride, and that to is a good thing.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Well its Labor Day weekend and I have only fished once all summer
I sure wish I could have fished more this summer, but I had to work pretty much every day. I am trying to earn enough to cover all the bills so that when I do the Run For The Wall I won't be in such a deep hole that I cannot recover. Either way I am doing the mission, cause I just have to.
Clyde is safely at a friends house, he needs tires and an oil change, but the wonky transmission problem that kept us out of Rolling Thunder this year is solved, seems he was a little low on oil is all.
Bounce
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Clyde is safely at a friends house, he needs tires and an oil change, but the wonky transmission problem that kept us out of Rolling Thunder this year is solved, seems he was a little low on oil is all.
Bounce
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Friday, July 8, 2011
2011 Run for the Wall
This video is produced by the Jackson County, MO Sheriff's Department. Thanks to them and all the Law Enforcement Officers in Missouri, California, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Kansas, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, West Virginia, Virginia and Washington D.C. that helped all of us on the Central Route of Run For The Wall 2011 get our mission done safely. In addition there are a few snow plow drivers in Arizona that have my thanks too.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Patriot Guard Showing up for USMC Sgt. Balduf
This video goes with the below post. We will not let it happen to our troops, not now, not ever again. You have the right to do and say what you want, but we have the right to support our troops, and believe me when I say they are watching these things.
Seven words, two sentences Heavy thoughts
They are only seven words. Two sentences. Most soldiers, sailors, airmen, marines and coast guardsmen did not hear them when returning from Vietnam. What are these words? They are so simple, and their healing properties are phenomenal. Some Vietnam Veterans have never heard them, but a few that have done Run For The Wall have. In the 6 years that I have done this run I have said them many times. But more importantly I say them almost every day when I am not on the Run. Every time I see someone in Uniform, or someone that is obviously a member of our current military I say them. Think about this, there is no one that is in uniform today that has not volunteered to serve in a time that our nation is at war. These folks are motivated , brave, smart and brave. They are aware that every time they leave the country they may not return home in once piece or alive.
Most of the folks that read this blog know what those seven words are, and proudly use them as I do, for those of you who do not know here they are:
Welcome Home. Thank you for your service.
When I use them I always shake the soldiers hand and I have on occasion bought them lunch or dinner, mostly without them knowing because if they know I am doing this they will not accept it. They are as proud as my generation, and my Father's and Grand Father's generation were. The American fighting man and woman of today are to be congratulated and celebrated. They know that we are at war and the still serve. My generation and some of the people that are a few years younger than I am should be ashamed that so many of the folks that refused to serve during Vietnam. Many many more served, and actually if you check the statistics, many more volunteered than were drafted. Once again the news media does not report this, because they do not understand it.
Thank you for your service. Welcome home. Honestly given praise, that shamefully America did not offer to it's Vietnam Vets. But it is offered now because the Vietnam Vets will not allow our troops to be treated as they were.
Bounce
Most of the folks that read this blog know what those seven words are, and proudly use them as I do, for those of you who do not know here they are:
Welcome Home. Thank you for your service.
When I use them I always shake the soldiers hand and I have on occasion bought them lunch or dinner, mostly without them knowing because if they know I am doing this they will not accept it. They are as proud as my generation, and my Father's and Grand Father's generation were. The American fighting man and woman of today are to be congratulated and celebrated. They know that we are at war and the still serve. My generation and some of the people that are a few years younger than I am should be ashamed that so many of the folks that refused to serve during Vietnam. Many many more served, and actually if you check the statistics, many more volunteered than were drafted. Once again the news media does not report this, because they do not understand it.
Thank you for your service. Welcome home. Honestly given praise, that shamefully America did not offer to it's Vietnam Vets. But it is offered now because the Vietnam Vets will not allow our troops to be treated as they were.
Bounce
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Run for the Wall 2011 Missouri
This video is just one Overpass in Missouri, pretty much every one we went under had people lined from end to end. The deputies and motorcycle officers that supported us in this state did a great job. The rolling road block worked well. Traffic kept flowing in front of and behind us. There were very little delays in Missouri this year. Thanks for all the support
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