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Midway Route Day 11, Ashland, VA to Springfield, VA

Good evening Midway Route followers and family. The day is done, the sun is set, the wheels and motors are all still, not only for the Midway Route, but for Southern and Central as well. All of the Sons and Daughters of the 2025 Run for the Wall have reconvened just outside of Washington DC, waiting to walk together as one down to the Wall in the morning.

The Midway family began their final day in Ashland, gathering together in the Walmart parking lot prior to the rise of the morning sun.

Moods were both high and low, anticipation of reaching our mission end after 11 long days of traveling on the road as a group. But at the same time knowing that the time to separate and go our own ways once again is also growing near.

The final Military Challenge results; Army in 1st, Air Force a very close 2nd, Navy came in 3rd, Marines in 4th but not last, Coast Guard hadn’t even registered on the board.

Our final Hero’s bio to be read aloud this morning was that of Maj Lee Dufford “Duff” Harley, a pilot who went missing on his way back to base after a mission.

A review of what to expect on the road traffic wise into The National Army Museum as well as the rest of the way into Springfield, which led us into the daily review of hand signals, however this morning had a twist. When Leo called for a volunteer to come up, the entire Midway Family stepped forward and gave the hand signals as they were called out.

Once turned loose to our platoons, each had their own safety meetings and set to get ready for the last legs of our journey.

With a slight chill in the air, the Midway Route Family set to the road north with no reservations holding them back, two columns of bikes perfectly in sync, bikes, trikes, and trailers rolling towards that goal.

Traffic started out somewhat light but soon became almost bumper to bumper, by which time the police escort brought us onto the expressway separating the group from the main traffic stream.

We soon arrived at the National Army Museum with excellent exhibits and even a very emotionally charged movie of an Army Soldier’s life. Now I’m Air Force, and although we have fun poking at each other and all services, this video depicts all soldiers in uniform, no matter what service patch they wear. It is really something to see.

Only a short distance up the road was American Legion Post 176 where we were met with open arms, a warm meal, and signs of Welcome Home and Mission Complete, well almost. Yes this is where all three routes will reconvene and send off the fourth, our mission will truly be complete once we’ve gone to the Wall.

As we were able to sit back, relax, and even talk about the different experiences each of of us had, we soon gathered at the roadside as word came in that our Brothers and Sisters on the Southern Route were inbound and due in any minute.

Not long after we began to hear the rumble of the engines, the chirping of the police escorts, and around the corner they came. Excitement could be seen on their faces just as we were happy to have arrived shortly before them. A long trip across the nation with the same goal in mind.

They were escorted to the parking garage where they soon emerged on foot heading towards the post to relax from their journey and begin the same routine we performed only hours before them.

Approximately an hour later, we were back at the street having received word that our third and final route, the Central Route Brothers and Sisters, were coming around the corner. As with everyone before them, you could see the wearing and tiredness with the excitement shining through as they too knew they had accomplished their final leg.

All three Routes have come back together, touching countless lives across the greater part of this great nation and completing something that most folks couldn’t even begin to image doing; spending 10-11 days on the road, on a motorcycle, visiting communities far and wide, visiting cemeteries, memorials, and even veterans in VA Homes, reminding everyone with every action performed, you are NOT forgotten.

Just like any American family, whether you are a part of the Central Route Family, Midway Route Family, Southern Route Family, or even the Sandbox Route Family, although we may be different, we still belong to the same Run for the Wall Family.

We all have the same mission and it does not matter if one family does it a little differently than the other, as long as it is getting done; riding for those who cannot.

Family means no one left behind, or forgotten.

Tomorrow our final destination and completion of our mission. Our final venture together before Sandbox Route as well as routes toward home for others.

Tomorrow’s venture awaits us all. To all the RFTW family, rest easy and we shall see you tomorrow.

Written by STITCH. Pictures by Kim Butler and Cheri Miedema

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Midway Route Day 10, Smithfield, NC to Ashland, VA

Good evening Midway Route followers and family. Once again the roads are silent from our thundering engines, wheels are still in the temporary homes for the night, and the sun is setting in a beautiful bouquet of oranges, reds, purples and blues; Day 10 of our 11 day journey has come to a close.

Our family has come closer than ever and trusting one another is second nature and given without hesitation.

We started this morning in Smithfield, NC at the Movie Theater parking lot where we gathered later in the morning. It was nice to have an 8am meeting time; a chance to sleep in, eat some breakfast, and still leave with the group at 9am. With only 189 miles on the schedule, it was a light day’s ride.

We started with a Roll Call recognition of all Vietnam Veterans by name and service, followed by the Gold Star Family Roll Call. The Arlington National Cemetery Riders were next on the Roll Call with those that were chosen to ride with a  passenger into the hallowed grounds, an annual tradition that only allows a certain number of RFTW riders, and no one else, to ride their motorcycle into the cemetery.

Today’s Hero bio read aloud was that of Corporal James C. Thomas, who went missing without a trace in Vietnam.

With the Military Challenge, the rankings this morning were Army in first, Navy second, Air Force third, and Marines continuing to trail in fourth.

As we fired up our rides and rolled down the pavement northward, Smithfield’s Fire Departments, Utility Services, Police Department and civilians were in every street corner, sidewalk, and overpass expressing their gratitude and support for our mission.

A couple of hours later when we arrived at our final fuel stop for the Midway Route in Halifax, NC, the very same response was received. Turning from the freeway and onto the back roads after fueling, we pushed towards our lunch stop in the small town of Weldon, NC at the River Falls Park and Weldon Mill Distillery. There we were met and served lunch by volunteers from Weldon Mills Distillery.

After lunch we had some leisure time to rest and relax in the shade or even down by the river, or even in the Distillery Gift Shop (absolutely no tasting or sampling of the product). Each Platoon and Support Team were called to the front steps where their photos were taken. A generally relaxing lunch stop, great to help everyone relax a bit before rolling up the 95 and into some stressful traffic.

I will say, for the most part our traveling up I-95 was not stressed in the slightest, however that all changed once we hit Richmond, VA. Once mid afternoon traffic merged into the lanes alongside us, we were in what seemed like a live version of the game ‘Frogger’. But with the Road Guard’s help as well as the skills everyone has learned and mastered in the previous 9 days with the ability to ride together tightly in the true RFTW fashion, riding through and navigating the afternoon rush hour was smooth and uneventful.

We were guided to the Ashland Harley Davidson dealership where an evening meal and event stage was awaiting our arrival.

Riders were able to shop the Harley Davidson store, get maintenance performed on their motorcycle if needed, and served a late afternoon meal. All of which were donated and volunteered by Ashland Harley Davidson, American Legion Post 176, as well as the American Legion Riders Post175.

Next was the Annual Awards Ceremony that recognized all of the Midway Route Leadership and teams. Without them, this run would not have happened in the smoothest and or efficient manner as the way the teams worked towards a common goal, getting everyone safely across our nation to fulfill our mission.

We were released to relax tonight in preparation of our final push tomorrow, into Washington DC.

Although an even shorter day, we shall see exactly what ventures tomorrow will bring. Until then, keep it shiny side up, welcome to the family if you have just recently joined the family, and most important aspect of all, Welcome Home!

Written by STITCH. Photos by Kim Butler and Cheri Miedema

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Southern Route Day 10, Lynchburgh VA to Springfield VA

WOW!!!!!! What a day!! Breakfast and presentations at Tree of Ministries Church. Breakfast was homemade, not to my Momma’s standard, BETTER!!! Virginia State Police Motor Officers were with us again along with Fairfax County Motor Officers who joined us. We were safely delivered to our new host facility, American Legion Post 176 in Springfield VA. An uneventful day, A GOOD THING!!!

I would like to take this time to thank all the Motor Officers across the country who escorted us and delivered us SAFELY to whatever destination they were charged with getting us to. Also to say THANK YOU!! to our Road Guards who rode for our safety every day, Motor Officers or no Motor Officers.

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CR – May 23, 2025 – Day 10 to DC – Lewisburg, WV to Washington DC

May 23, 2025 – Day 10 to DC – Lewisburg, WV to Washington DC

First I need to correct something from yesterday.  The young man at the capitol building is Jared McCormick.  Thanks for the correction.

In 2023, there was an FNG that wrote a poem to summarize the run for him. Ed read it before we left Ontario but I thought since we have now finished the 10 days, and many people now understand the logistics of the Run, it is a good place to read it again.

We start are day with the Pledge of Allegiance and prayer.  Where are the FNGs, our veterans, those currently serving, Blue Star families and a moment of silence for Gold Star, MIA and POW families?  I believe I will be thinking about this everyday.  I do not want to forget.
Gunny came up and said a few words One thing that stuck was that a moment in time does not end today, we have love and a family, and that will never end.
Several people came to see us off.

It was a bit overcast today BUT no rain.
It soon changed to this.   Yeah!!!  Did I already say no rain?
Another one of my backward shots.  This one only took 2 tries.
The ride in the morning was spectacular.  Beautiful, amazing,….
Gas stops. Fueling and staging are a piece of cake now.  See I knew we could do it!!!

Hydration is always there and ready.
I noticed the back of Dennis’ truck has a person he is riding for. Look at the back left.
You do not have to be a bike rider, everyone can remember our MIA/KIAs.
Back on the road.  Lots of traffic today and fun with semis.
Here the road guards got caught behind them.
Heading into our lunch stop at Northern Fauquier Community park in Marshall, VA.
What a welcome!!

What a great day and venue for a picnic with your family.  This is what it felt like.
For the last 10 days I have been trying to show you all the teams needed to get RFTW across this beautiful country.
One I forgot is one you do not want to have to work.  Crawfish is our medical person.   Thanks Crawfish.  I hope you were not busy on this mission.
There was a pinning ceremony for those that served in Vietnam 1955-1975. The lady here lost her father when she was 3.  She and others are sons and daughters of Vietnam Veterans are working to find all MIA/KIAs and bring them home.
Her father was one that was found.  His name will now have a diamond by it instead of a cross on the Vietnam Wall in Arlington.
Back on the road.
Then we hit the outskirts of DC.  UGH….I do not like going into DC as the traffic is crazy.
BUT….. thanks to the VA state coordinator, Ed, we ran in the HOV lane alone….
CHECK THIS OUT!!
Then we need to start moving left… yes…. they are blocked for us.
…6 lanes open.
What a reception.  Midway and Southern are already in and they greet us as we roll in.
WOW… into  a parking garage to park?  It worked.
Valor and Hitch send a great big smile to all.  Thanks for being out raffle rouser!!
A flag ceremony was just outside the garage.  All 3 routes were meeting, just like we did on Ontario.
The National Anthem was sung and it was amazing.

HOW FAR ARE WE RIDING???

ALL THE WAY !!!

HOW FAR ARE WE RIDING???

ALL THE WAY !!!

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BUT the mission is not complete until we get to the Wall tomorrow. 

Temps: 45-65

Route: I-64 E, I-81N, I-66E

Miles:257

Quote for the day:

A veteran is someone who at one  point in their life wrote a bank check

made payable to their country for an amount up to, and including their life.

THANK YOU!!!

Here is a flag on the back of a helmet. It reminds me that I am able to ride on this mission because I am free and those that serve have preserved it for me.

REMEMBER: Please thank our men and women in the service as well as our police and firemen. A simple hand shake goes a long way and it only takes a minute.

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CR – May 22, 2025 – Day 9 to DC – Hurricane, WV to Lewisburg, WV

May 22, 2025 – Day 9 to DC – Hurricane, WV to Lewisburg, WV

Today is the day we go to Rainelle. We have worked all week to raise money for the kids there. It is hard to describe the feeling you get when you get there.

There was one team I have not mentioned.  No rider can travel with the pack until they see registration.er Here you get your wristband, platoon number, gas sticker…. meet the team.

This is the last day for auctions, turning military challenges and platoon challenges, and last 50/50.  Here are a few of the items used for the kids at Rainelle.

The brick will be returned and placed around the surveille tree. Thanks for all that carried it.

Kirk starts off the Pledge of Allegiance, prayer, calling out FNGs, Veterans, Blue Star families and a moment of silence for Gold Star, MIA and POW families.

He then talked about how all these people are part of your Run family.  Some stories are funny and hence you may get a road name while others really make you think.

There is a story told of an FNG that sat next to another Run rider.  He asked the FNG why he was riding.  Because my dad is MIA and there is nothing they have heard about him. After a little conversation, he asked what his call sign was.  The veteran rider said he knew his dad and where he went down, and had a lot more details.  From there, things started rolling.  Coincidence?  I think not.

We roll out as Turkey, one of the road guards makes sure all the platoons are in order.  Then Walrus is at the exit, but this time with no tutu.

We  need lots of road guards to get us to Charleston for the military memorial.

Hey!!!! did you guys get his right? We are riding on the sidewalk.  Be careful, do not hit anyone!!

What do you think they are discussing…. maybe we were supposed to send them another way?
In all fairness, the road guards are incredible.  They keep that bubble around us to get us safely to DC.  Thanks guys….. oh and remember, I am a road guard in training… as soon as I figure out how to ride a motorcycle, I will continue my training…. ok?
As we enter, there is a young man standing, Josh, saluting as the pack passes. He has been standing there for the Run every year since he was one.  He is now 20 and will remain standing until all have arrived.

His grandmother worked in one of the buildings in the capital.  The grandmother’s husband is a Vietnam vet. He served from 1966-1969.  One year actually in Vietnam as a radio operator.

They have been married for 53 years.  I admire all the women who have stayed with their husbands from the Vietnam War (or any war).  They too have suffered.  Many of our soldiers have changed and have problems with coping yet the spouses have stayed with them. Thanks ladies.  This goes also for any women that served.  Thanks, guys, for sticking with your wives.

He told me today he was supposed to work in Tennessee for his job. But it was raining and he was able to come here to see us in. Coincidence?

There is a Gold Star wall in Charleston. It is the first Gold Star Families Memorial Monument.  It is beautiful.

There are 4 panels:

The Homeland panel features images representing the wild and wonderful state of West Virginia. It is home to many Gold Star Families. It is our people, it is our home. It is our Freedom. 

The Family panel represents the uniquely brave spirit of our military families who provide support to their Loved Ones serving in our Armed Forces of the United States of America.

The Patriot panel shows the raising of the American Flag on Iwo Jima, which symbolizes those who vigorously support and defend our great Nation through selfless service in our Armed Forces.

The Sacrifice panel represents the sacrifices made by our Gold Star Families by the loss of their Loved One while in service to our country.

At the center of the tribute is a silhouette of a saluting service member, which represents the void created by the loss  of the loved ones who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.

There is a second monument:

The West Virginia Veterans Memorial is a two-story oval shaped monument honoring more than 10,000 West Virginians who made the ultimate sacrifice in defending the nation in twentieth century conflicts. Composed of four limestone monoliths surrounded by a reflecting pool, the interior walls are faced in polished black granite etched with the names of these men and women. The 4 wars are WWI, WWII, Korea and Vietnam.   On the inside are the names of those from WV that died.  Incredible.
 
On the outside is a statue like this for all 4 wars.  Beautiful and sad.
Sad to see so many names of those that gave their ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.


We all gathered to get a picture on the steps of the capital. I will put that in the post tomorrow.

 
We parked right in front of the capitol building which is pretty neat.
 

As we head up to Rainelle, I will take you on a ride that was so inspiring of the people of this great nation.  Respect and honor for the riders and their cause.  They come out every year and every year we see the younger generation…we need to keep showing them the way.





OH MY GOSH!!!  Check out the kids. 

All are shouting U.S.A as loud as they can.  
It was so  loud, it drowned out the roar  of the motorcycles.

 


After the kids is the rest of the town…. for at least a mile on both sides to the street.

 
We have the young and the old.  They were just as excited as the kids, but they got a little cold.  Thanks to the staff for bringing them out.  I am sure many remember the beginning years in 1989.
Then comes the fun part.  We become the stars as they ask for our autograph.
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Here the kids get to sign a shirt of the riders.


Let’s head inside for lunch.  Check out the walls.

You cannot forget about the Banana Pudding…… YUM
I hope  you can read these next 2.  Get the tissues ready.

All the kids have these shirts “We Are the Future”.

This is so true.

Now comes the part the Run riders have worked so hard for all week. We present Kim, the Principle, with the money we have raised.
James “Gunny” Gregory, the founder, and his wife Patty are present for the day.
We all say the Pledge and sing the National Anthem.

RFTW presented Kim with our donation… She is about in tears.  This money is used for so many things:  field trips, new playground equipment, computers, school supplies…..

Kim made a comment that every kid here understands patriotism, the red, white, and  blue, and sacrifice.  The  Run and its rider are a great influence for this next generation.

The lady with Gunny was a teacher on the first year in 1989.
He tells the story of how some of those in the school said we have bikers coming.
Some said no , “They are our veterans!!”
The town  opened their arms to these soldiers and have held on tight for 35 years.
I do not think they will ever let them go.
Thanks Rainelle!!!!
So there has been some confusion during the last 9 days.  Everyone knows Gomez, aka Go-go. There has been an FNG that everyone has mistaken him for Gomez.  See what you think.  Mama O was sure confused.  See what you think.  They are not related and they both have their first name of Al.
Most of the day was a little overcast but by the time we leave they are beautiful.
Even at dinner, my sister-in-law saw this and sent it to me.
What a way to end a great day.

Way to go RIDERS!!  You are incredible. One day left.

Temps: 53-68 

Route: I-64E, Rt 60

Miles: 121

Quote:  The Price of Freedom is Written on the Wall

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Midway Route Day 9, Bristol, VA to Smithfield, NC

Good evening Midway Route followers and family. This morning we found ourselves in a very thick overcast within the Blue Ridge Mountains. Heavy rain overnight had left the roads wet as well as any vehicles or bikes not under cover.

At our rally point, a few threats of rain drops were evident but never amounted to anything.

With the threat of rain this morning, extra emphasis on riding safety was expressed although today would not be anywhere close to the rain last night.

With the motors running and the wheels spinning up the road, we were off on a new venture and path up Interstate 81 to Fort Chiswell and then down Interstate 77 into North Carolina.

While traveling 81 and climbing higher into the Blue Ridge Mountains, the cloud base grew closer to the ground surface until we were quite literally in the ‘thick of it’. Heavy mists and light rain coated the windscreens, however with the altitude, very little winds were encountered.

As we turned south on 77 and just before rolling down the pass into North Carolina, the clouds broke just enough to show the fog bank that we were above as it stretched out as far as we could see. And within a few hundred feet of pavement, we were going downward and allowing the fig to swallow us whole.

One we arrived at the bottom of the pass and inside North Carolina, the skies parted and the sun was shining. Our first fuel stop found us just at the base of the mountains where not only we received fuel, but coffee was on the house as well to warm any rider that wished to have some.

Folks also shed coats and any other rain gear as the path forward looked clear and sunny for the rest of the day.

Back on the road southward we found ourselves passing under overpasses that folks have gone all out to show us their support. Our next fuel stop was also just up the road from our lunch stop in Siler City and the Siler City Pentecostal Church where again the local townsfolk’s welcomed us with open arms and warm hearts, providing us with steaks, potatoes, green beans, peach cobbler and ice cream; all of which homemade.

Shoutouts were given to North Carolina’s Highway Patrol as well as the Siler City Police Department for the escorts. The Siler City Fire Department and ‘Sweet Mitch’ as well as the Siler City Pentecostal Church for hosting us each year and supporting our family and mission.

After a wonderful meal and a bit of time to allow for some processing, we bid our farewells and headed back on the road towards Falcon and the Falcon Children’s Home.

On the way through the back roads and absolutely gorgeous countryside and small towns, we arrived to a Hero’s welcome from the students and staff.

After greeting the kids, both old and new friends, we were ushered inside where a presentation was given on the mission of the Falcon Children’s Home, both here and in South Carolina. The kids choir sang a beautiful song that brought a standing ovation from the crowd, and the graduating students were introduced and each were presented with a gift card as well as asked what their future plans would be. I must say, after all these kids have been through, and each one is different with their own story, their dreams and ambitions are off the charts. I myself am thrilled to see that they are given a shot at aiming for the stars and supported. If a supporting message from this run could be quoted, ‘Shoot for the stars and succeed in life. And don’t let anyone slow you down or step in your way. You deserve it.’

It was also mentioned that our visit year after year is one of the highlights of the students. They talk about it year round and cannot wait for the day the Midway Route Family rolls up to their front door.

On the way out, each rider was presented with a token from the children of Falcon, a simple but powerful message of ‘Thank You’ to each family member of the Midway Route.

On the road again in the late afternoon heat we travel down I-95 where every overpass is filled with at least one fire truck, but usually two or more with the rest of the bridge packed with people waving, cheering, and even saluting as we roll underneath. The dedication and commitment by each person to show their support as we come by is overwhelming.

As we turned off the Interstate and on down towards our final destination, our path would bring us through many more small towns were the street passes right down the middle of town, many of which was the only street. Folks were pouring out in crowds to wave and cheer. Police and Fire were standing by saluting. The turnout and support from folks that don’t know us, never met with us, yet still make it a point to take their time and say thank you just by being present as we thunder on by.

Our final stop was at Bizzell Grove Pentecostal Holiness Church where we are served homemade spaghetti in the most peculiar way. It has been dubbed and officially known by Midway Route Family as ‘Igloo Spaghetti’, served from Igloo coolers by the heaping spoonful. Also known for their homemade desserts and they loving and generous hospitality, leaving here without the sense of being a part of a family or with full stomachs would leave something to question. These folks go all out every year and pour everything they have into making sure we are taken care of.

As you can see we have had a full and adventurous day. I still cannot believe that Day 9 has come to an end. Our FNGs are completely overwhelmed at this point in the overall trip and what folks have to offer in thanks. Most would go their entire lives without knowing this, but luckily our small Midway Route Family understands the importance and needs of these folks and vise/versa. Folks across this great nation m, helping and supporting complete strangers on a common and vital mission, riding for those who cannot, and bringing awareness and the need for accountability for our veterans, here at home, abroad, and those who haven’t made it home yet.

I say this again and quote Disney’s saying as it is very appropriate for what we are doing, “…family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.”

Let’s see what ventures tomorrow will bring us.

Written by STITCH. Photos by Kim Butler

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Midway Route Day 8, Cookeville, TN to Bristol, VA

Good evening Midway Route followers and family. Tonight our riders are safely in the hotels and accommodations while rain and thunderstorms rolling over us, bouncing off the Blue Ridge Mountains and echoing off into the distance.  But it was kind enough to hold off just long enough for us to get into Bristol, TN. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Everyone met up in the early morning hours at the rally point were orange juice and lemonade as well as a variety of breakfast snacks and fruits were made available, graciously donated by Sam’s Club.

The Military Challenge was once again started with an announcement that as of yesterday, the Army was in the lead followed closely by the Air Force, Navy pulling up in third place with the Marines trailing in fourth.

A personal account of a Good Star Family Member and her memories of her father and her life after he went Missing in Action (MIA).  Her dedication not only as a Gold Star Family Member but also with Run for the Wall as not only inspired many folks to learn about the history and understand the true meaning of sacrifices, but it has also allowed herself and other team members to investigate and finally identify where and what may have truly happened to her father.  A possible mission in the near future is in the planning stages to hopefully find him and bring him home.

A Hero’s bio was also read aloud, William W. Bancroft Jr., father of Jessica ‘Blaze’ Bancroft and grandfather of our young’s FNG Matthew ’Toothless’ Bancroft.

A brief recap of our schedule was given, first stop was at one of our favorite schools, Wilson Elementary, followed by a lunch stop in Knoxville where another tradition would take place of walking through the fountain, however there was a catch to this. First the fountains were jets from under the concrete sidewalk that will spray upwards at random intervals, a huge hit with kids and other park goers to help ward off the heat of the day. Riders would interlock arms and walk into the fountains symbolizing veterans being sent off to Vietnam together, however on the other side, one person is now missing as they stayed behind in the fountains, symbolizing a veteran that did not come home. After a short period of time, they would re-emerge also symbolizing the repatriation of bring them home. From there we would change the map a bit due to Hurricane Helene hitting and completely destroying that area last year. So this year we would continue north to Bristol, TN where a surprise was awaiting the Midway Route Family.

Once on the road, our first stop was off the beaten path down the winding country road to Wilson Elementary. Students were gathered at the from walk, flags in hand, red, white and blue shirts, and all chanting and cheering ‘USA. USA. USA.’ As we paraded in front of them before parking.

Kids were then meeting up with their pen-pals (or email-pals today I guess) as well as meeting new riders while everyone funneled into the gymnasium. Kids and staff went to one side while all the riders sat on the other; home and visitors.

Before the show began, MAZZ grabbed the flag and began running around the court while the gym erupted in more cheering and chanting ‘USA. USA. USA.’  (Road Guards have a lot of energy…)

The kids then started live performances, one recognizing all of the services and their official song, finishing with America the Beautiful, another performance with Hallelujah, Hallelujah leaving no one in the crowd with dry eyes.

Appreciation awards were handed out along with a generous donation to help the school and the kids, with a report from the Principal dubbed ‘Firecracker’ last year that last year’s donation allowed the school to acquire and install security film for all doors and windows around the entire school, not only enhancing the school spirit but also increasing the children’s and staff’s safety.

We were shown the way to the cafeteria where coffee and breakfast sandwiches were offers before saying goodbyes and getting back on the road eastward.

Some riders were also getting notices on their phones of severe thunderstorms heading our way, but with our tires pointed east, we would contours stay ahead of them and out of harm’s way.

With a quick fuel stop south of Knoxville, we soon found ourselves heading into the city proper and to our lunch stop at the East Tennessee Veterans Memorial where again we were met with folks from all over Knoxville lining the sidewalks and over passes, flag lines and ‘thank you’s’.

As we parked in the main road through the park, bubble machines and water fountains were all going as everyone headed to the fountains. Without much hesitation and only removal of electronic devices, many lines of riders interlocked arms and walked through the spraying jets of water; a wonderful way to cool off from the road heat as well as pay tribute and tradition to a time honored action. Pictures were taken, videos were shot and shared, memories and family bonds made.

Lunch of smoked bbq pulled pork along with homemade ice cream was served to all riders, wet and dry.

Recognition to all who made this possible was given in front of the memorial; East Tennessee Veterans Memorial Foundation, along with Knoxville PD and Tennessee State and Highway Troopers for escorting the pack through town.

Our wheels were then pointed Northeast once again while the skies darkened behind us. One more fuel stop just south of Bristol where many phones and devices began picking up the storm warnings. But our destination was still under blue skies as we continued tracking towards it.

Once we arrived in Bristol, TN, the skies had become overcast as we tumbled down the roads with local folks still occupying almost every overpass, not a fear of the storm that was inbound. The call to show their support outweighed the impending storm.

We arrived at the Bristol Speedway, and as we were pulling into the parking lot and staging to go inside, rain drops ever so slightly began to speckle the windscreens of the bikes. Everyone put their helmets away and covered their bikes, but not in a great hurry and walked over to the entry doors to The Bristol Club. Up the elevators and to the VIP sweet high absolve the speedway below, cushioned chairs and a fantastic view through the glass enclosures protecting us from the elements outside.

Dinner was served while everyone took their seats to watch the fury of the storm finally overtake us. At one point the rain and winds were so thick that the infield disappeared right before us. 30 minutes later, the storm was off in the distant Blue Ridge Mountains while blue skies opened up behind.

Another storm is forecasted to roll through overnight, but they stayed at bay allowing us to arrive safely and rest up for our next venture tomorrow.

Written by STITCH. Pictures by Kim Butler and Cheri Miedema

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Midway Route Day 7, Cookeville, TN Outreach Day

You sometimes hear things, disturbing things about assisted living locations, retirement homes, or other Senior Citizens community homes. But you don’t hear much, or anything at all about a Veteran’s home, until you plan to visit one with a group such as RFTW.

If you have never been to a home before, prepare yourself for a mixed bag of emotions. It could be a great and cheery visit, or it could be a visit that someone doesn’t want anything to do with you. If so, that’s ok. Just keep one thing in mind, it’s not about you, it’s about them. (Thank you Rocketman for that advice)

I met with a couple of men when I first entered the dinner hall, George and Charles.

George, a fellow Air Force enlisted member, began talking about what it was like when he was enlisted and wanted to know what it was like during my enlistment. He then introduced me to Charles next to him as both men were wheelchair bound.

When I originally walked up to the table they were at, Charles had a distant look in his eyes and was not looking at anyone in the hall.

As I knelt down alongside his chair, I introduced myself. This man grabbed my hand with his only mobile hand and introduced himself, quite softly but still clear. The next request that came from him shocked me to my core.

Charles asked “Are you going to the Vietnam Wall with these folks?”

I replied, “why yes I am. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Yes,” he replied. “When you get there, I would like you to say hello to a buddy of mine.”

“It would be an honor to.” I replied

I spoke with a few others, one in particular that his daughter would come by everyday after work and hopes in a few months that he’d be able to move in with her.

I went outside to get some fresh air and soon realized many veterans were coming outside now that the rain had stopped. Then I noticed George again so I knelt down and started talking to him as he began to talk about his career.

After about 15 minutes, George wanted to go back inside as the heat was getting to him. On our way back inside I asked if he had any family of friends that would visit with him. Confusion swept over his face and I asked if his family would come and visit with him. He sat back quietly in his wheelchair and with a straight face and monotone voice replied “I have no family.”

I slowed the cart and he explained how his niece is the only one and doesn’t visit. “So you see, I have no family.” He finally stated.

“Sir, I really want you to know that we are family, maybe not from the same mother, but definitely brothers.” The smile and excitement that George expressed was undeniable. As I pushed him inside, I shook his hand and bid farewell, promising to return next year to see him again.

Back in the parking lot, everyone could see the different emotions after what they experienced.

My ride back to the hotel found me humbly quiet and thinking over what had just occurred.

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but maybe to hear their stories so they wouldn’t be forgotten.

Tomorrow will take us to Bristol TN/VA since I40 was damaged by Hurricane Helene late last year. So we’ll see what venture awaits us tomorrow.

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Southern Route Day 9, Wytheville VA to Lynchburg VA

Today is a “short day,” only 127 miles. May be short but packed with visits. Outreach went to the Virginia Veterans Care Center in Roanoke.

The Pack went toward Montvale. We fueled at Montvale Exxon and then headed to Montvale Elementary. On arrival the Children and Teachers were on the sidewalk chanting USA!! USA!! USA!!

Last year this SitRep writer ate his lunch with a Kindergarten Class. When it was time to leave one little girl asked for a hug. She then proceeded, in a very animated way, to tell me she was in Kindergarten but next year would be in 1st grade. She had me promise to come back and see her.

Maggie and I this year!

I found her and with her Mother’s permission I’m sharing photos.

 

Last year’s photo of her class.

After leaving Montvale we headed to the National D Day Memorial. This Memorial is in Bedford VA because “per capita” Bedford VA lost the most men in the action surrounding D Day.

 

 

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CR – May 21, 2025 – Day 8 to DC – Corydon, IN to Nitro, WV

May 21, 2025 – Day 8 to DC – Corydon, IN to Nitro, WV

Wow! What a great and exhausting day! This one may take a few minutes longer to read. We had lots of stops to make today.

Before we left, we had this lady come on stage. (Sorry I did not get her name). She had her dad’s ashes in the box she was carrying. She said her dad loved RFTW and he had crossed the country 3 times with them. RFTW saved his life over and over again. He started volunteering when he was in his seventies. He loved the loud pipes and the roar of the engines. She asked if someone could carry him to the Wall. One last ride. One of the chase vehicles completed the first leg today. He will make it to the Wall one last time.

 

 

 

Check out the sunrise today.

 

This is as we were were entering downtown Louisville crossing the Ohio River.
This is KY giving us an escort thru spaghetti junction in downtown Louisville.
I do not even like to drive this in a car. Very confusing (but I guess it works)
Thanks Lee (KY state coordinator) for making this happen.
Check this out. I actually got a pic backward.
NO I did not turn around…. Pretty good, right? It only took me 3 tries.
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First stop today is to Rex Robley VA Medical Center

Google:

Rex Robley was born in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, and enlisted in the military in May, 1919, six months after the Armistice date. He served for 3 years.  He was the last Kentucky World War I era veteran, and the last known World War I era veteran of the United States.

In 1986, Rex turned to volunteerism, lending support to fellow veterans at the Louisville Veterans Administration Medical Center. Rex logged more than 14,000 hours of volunteer time while at the Center. He dedicated his life helping his fellow veterans, both through the veterans service organizations and activities at the Medical Center.  He continued to volunteer there three days a week, even at age 105.

There was gentleman that greeted me who knew about  “Popcorn” Billy.  He gave me the story about Billy.  The 2 men and Billy’s twin brother served in the same unit from 1968-69.  They were in the 57th Assault Helicopter Company. It was the first attack on a helicopter unit. Billy’s brother died in this attack and Billy was wounded.  Ever since he has been helping all the people.  The name “popcorn” came because he made popcorn and sold it then donated the proceeds. He bought all the supplies.  Always smiling and he loves hugs!! (He has since retired.)

Also, after his brother died, Billy was very bitter. A minister told him, you can be angry for the rest of your life, or you can choose to honor your brother’s legacy. At that point, he turned his life around.

 Billy welcomes us and has us all join him for the Pledge of Allegiance.

He left us with this:

“Please enjoy your life while you can, and be happy and healthy the rest of your days.”

He sees me and Jenny and grabs a hug!!! He said he feels like he died and went to heaven. I think he says that to all the ladies!

He is now 80 and his ailments from Vietnam are really affecting him.

He has stopped doing the popcorn but still goes and visits the vets.

Many of the riders were able to go in and visit with the veterans.  They love it when RFTW rolls in.

Ok let’s head out for our next stop, Vietnam War Sundial.
The sky was gorgeous.
Yeah!!!…. still no cars.

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This next stop is one of my favorite memorials  (hahaha I have several).  I still do not quite understand it even though I have heard and read about it for 10 years.
As we are coming off the exit we hear the sound of a Huey.  Sure enough he is hovering over the Run.
 
Col. Cecil spent 10-15 minutes explaining the sundial.
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Vietnam War Sundial

The Kentucky Vietnam Veterans Memorial was designed with a unique approach to honor the military dead from one of America’s most troubled conflicts. A 14-foot high steel sundial stands at the center of a granite plaza. Its gnomon casts a shadow on the chiseled name of each fallen Vietnam war veteran — 1,103 of them — on the anniversary of when they were killed.  Thus each individual is honored with a personal tribute.

Kentucky’s 23 MIAs are listed behind the sundial, so its shadow never falls on their names.  Some have been found since this was built. Those are the ones with a date.  We never forget and we will not stop until we bring them all home.

The Memorial is one of the largest granite memorials in the nation and contains 327 cut stone panels weighing more than 215 tons. The stone came from the Pyramid Blue quarry in Elberton, GA. The lettering of the names and dates are the same style used for official government grave markers throughout the nation, including Arlington National Cemetery.  

If you remember when we were at Williams, Larry asked an FNG to carry a book to get signatures as we crossed the country. This book along with a POW/MIA flag will be presented to the loved ones in the Fall of this year. The person we are doing this for is John C Stringer II.

Kelly, the RFTW photographer, knows all the MIA men listed here.

He was able to get in contact with his daughter and she met us here.

Roger is the FNG Vietnam Veteran that is gathering the names.  As far as I know, this is the first time the families have met the person who is honorably carrying the book across the country.

 

Do you remember Gunny talking about the 3 that were left behind:  Hall, Hargrove, and Marshall.  Hall was from Kentucky and his name is here.  Gunny points to Hall and Shelton.  He knew them both.

As Col. Cecil  concludes, he asks us to come on the memorial, pick a name and call it out.  Say their names out loud  so they are not forgotten.  Where are the tissues?  It was amazing to hear this!!!

People walking around calling out the names.  Some struggled emotionally but there was always someone there for them.  Remember this is a healing mission.

If a person’s remains are found, there is a date next to their name of when it was recovered

Then that name is put on the plaza.  Here is an example:

If you ever get a chance to go see it, go.  It is amazing and an engineering marvel. (Just make sure you go when the sun is out.)

Family, friends and well wishers see us off.

So many communities support the Run in so many ways.

THANKS to all for your support and prayers.

Next stop is lunch. Clay Community Center in

Mt. Sterling always has a super greeting and good food.

We are in position 6 today and even though that is not fun to be so far back,

I had great picture opportunities. Check these out and the blue sky.

WOW!!!! Hurricane is our final stop. We had people waving and cheering from the exit to the park. Amazing. We never get tired of this. Nitro and Hurricane take turns hosting and they work together to put on the best.

Here is Gunny as we come in.
These are the little princesses and they led us in the  Pledge of Allegiance.

The lady here is a Gold Star mom. Her son was killed in 2005.  She was telling me a little bit about him.

As a kid he took up Karate and became a black belt. He loved rock climbing and excelled at it.

She said all the things he did prepared him to be the best soldier he could.  He always saw the good in people and had a great sense of  humor.  He loved life.  She is a proud mom and even though he was killed at 24, she  knew he was proud of what he did.  Thank you.

-This is proudly worn on her hat.
As we enter the dinner hall, here is Roger still getting signatures.
Everyone is loving this idea and want to sign the book
Thanks Roger.

YEAH!!!!! Tomorrow we go to Rainelle and see the kids.

Temps: 63-74 

Route: I-64E

Miles: 252

Quote for the day:

            Heroes do not wear capes, they wear dog tags.