A few moments ago, I was standing at the end of our drive, waving the American flag at the over 500 bikers on their way to pay tribute to a slain Sweet Home soldier killed recently in Afghanistan.
Words escape me as bike after bike passed me, honking, waving, holding the thumbs up at this woman with a dog by my side, waving the flag back and forth while tears cascaded down my face. So many have fallen, so many have suffered and will continue to do so over this war that has stretched on far to long. I remember when the soldiers returned from Vietnam (even though I was still in high school) but I can remember them being jeered at and hated on. That never made sense either. And now, these same soldiers who were once mistreated by society are making sure it doesn’t happen again and that people remember the horrors of war and the cost that comes with it. God Bless them ALL!