Long, Slow Burn

This was my second ride for the Patriot Guard Riders. This past Saturday, I had the honor of riding for Captain Hayes Clayton. Both Captain Clayton and Sargent Wheelous were killed in the same vehicle on Christmas day in Iraq. For the Captain Clayton, there were over 200 riders. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any pictures.

I didn’t want to go to Sargent Wheelous’ funeral. I was going to be cold and windy. It was far away and beyond my current riding ability. But I was compelled to go. My son’s schedule also cleared up so I decided to take my cage (car) and bring my son along. It’s time that he sees what price we pay (and have payed) for our freedom.

The service was on a Tuesday and I was afraid that there wouldn’t be over 20 riders there. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw over 60 riders! It was a sad event and I cried for the family.

It is interesting watching the family and friends entering the funeral home. Some act as if they’re on a stroll on a sidewalk. Others are dazed. Some you can read the pain on their faces. Some people pass us by as if we aren’t there. Some thank us for being there. There’s always applause for the service men and women with calls of “Thank you for serving our country” coming from the Patriot Guard. I’m hoping that my being there, matters and helps take away some of the pain.
I’m proud to stand with my fellow Patriot Guard members and honor our fallen soldiers.