On Sunday, rode through Longview, Texas in Memorial Day parade with about 500 other bikes, big flags cracking in the breeze with families along the route waving and holding flags. Passed a retired USMC Gunny Sergeant in full dress blues standing in his drive way presenting arms as the flags went by. Beside him was a vet in a wheel chair, also rendering a crisp salute. Brings tears to my eyes two days later just thinking about it.
Yesterday, rode over into Louisiana with a buddy to attend PGR support of wreath laying ceremony at veteran's cemetery south of Shreveport. Again the big flags cracked as we rumbled by the assembled families of those interred in that hallowed place. They clapped, and I teared up again.
God bless this great land, her people, all who have perished defending her, and all who mourn their passing. John 15:13: Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends.
Yesterday, rode over into Louisiana with a buddy to attend PGR support of wreath laying ceremony at veteran's cemetery south of Shreveport. Again the big flags cracked as we rumbled by the assembled families of those interred in that hallowed place. They clapped, and I teared up again.
God bless this great land, her people, all who have perished defending her, and all who mourn their passing. John 15:13: Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends.