Escorting the World War II Veterans
#1
Escorting the World War II Veterans
I had the privilege and honor to escort our World War II veterans home last night here in Missouri. I was really glad to be a small part of this experience and I'm sure the other 200 plus bikers felt the same way. To see the smile on their faces and the tears in their eyes was a very humbling experience. The Highway Patrol, Sheriff Department and City Police blocked all the on ramp entrances to I-70 until we all passed. I only got 4 hours sleep last night because they came in really late but it was worth it and I would do it again in a heart beat. Just wanted to share this and I sure hope I got it in the right forum.
#3
The Right Forum
I had the privilege and honor to escort our World War II veterans home last night here in Missouri. I was really glad to be a small part of this experience and I'm sure the other 200 plus bikers felt the same way. To see the smile on their faces and the tears in their eyes was a very humbling experience. The Highway Patrol, Sheriff Department and City Police blocked all the on ramp entrances to I-70 until we all passed. I only got 4 hours sleep last night because they came in really late but it was worth it and I would do it again in a heart beat. Just wanted to share this and I sure hope I got it in the right forum.
#4
my Dad was a Marine Sargent who fought in the Pacific from 1942 till the wars end. He passed away in March of this year. He was 88.
He was one of the Hardest working men I have ever had the privledge to work along side of. Dad and Mom were Married 65yrs. Seldom has a day gone by that I dont think about something I want to talk to him about. He is missed.
He was one of the Hardest working men I have ever had the privledge to work along side of. Dad and Mom were Married 65yrs. Seldom has a day gone by that I dont think about something I want to talk to him about. He is missed.
#6
Glad you got a chance to do that! That must have made your heart swell w/ pride. Almost every older gentelman that approaches me in a parking lot to talk bikes, has a "WWII vet" hat on. I always thank him for his service. One day at a veterans day celebration at my twins school, a WWII vet in a wheel chair came in, I thanked him for his service and, this man looked up at me and thanked me. That brought a tear to my eyes as I felt so out of place w/ these old worriors. They don't see it that way though.
They ARE leaving us at a rapid pace and it'll be a sad day when I can't talk to one anymore!
They ARE leaving us at a rapid pace and it'll be a sad day when I can't talk to one anymore!