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Day 9 – Wytheville, VA – Lynchburg, VA, only 130 miles

Oh, what a beautiful morning…☀????, couldn’t ask for more beautiful weather to start the day. Instead of rain we woke to a beautiful sunny day. Much better than last year’s down pour.

We breakfasted in the Spiller Elementary School Cafeteria and enjoyed hot coffee and a good hot breakfast. Spiller rolls out the red carpet for Southern Route riders.

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The morning rider’s meeting was held in the Wytheville Memorial Park. The children came out and the rider’s give them small trinkets and gifts before the children lined up to sing to the riders. It’s a favorite of many of the rider’s. The children sang for us and recited the poem Old Glory…

After Wytheville, We had a 95 mile ride over to Montvale Elementary School where we were fed a nice box lunch and enjoyed a patriotic program put on by the children.

It was a short hop over to the D-Day Memorial in Bedford, VA. If you haven’t been there it’s worth the out of the way trip. It is an excellent museum/monument to those that gave their lives.

A description of the Overlord battle:
“It is hard to conceive the epic scope of this decisive battle that foreshadowed the end of Hitlers dream of Nazi domination. Overlord was the largest air, land, and sea operation undertaken before or since June 6, 1944. The landing included over 5,000 ships, 11,000 airplanes, and over 150,000 service men.

 After years of meticulous planning and seemingly endless training, for the Allied Forces, it all came down to this: The boat ramp goes down, then jump, swim, run, and crawl to the cliffs. Many of the first young men (most not yet 20 years old) entered the surf carrying eighty pounds of equipment. They faced over 200 yards of beach before reaching the first natural feature offering any protection. Blanketed by small-arms fire and bracketed by artillery, they found themselves in hell.

When it was over, the Allied Forces had suffered nearly 10,000 casualties; more than 4,000 were dead. Yet somehow, due to planning and preparation, and due to the valor, fidelity, and sacrifice of the Allied Forces, Fortress Europe had been breached.”

Platoon photos were taken at the memorial:

Sorry I could not run fast enough in the heat and humidity to get all the group shots that were taken. If anyone has them, send them to me and I will post them in the next sit-rep. I did manage to get the photo of the Virginia State Police Motor Unit ????

After the memorial a quick, easy, beautiful ride through the Blue Ridge Mountains. What a beautiful day to ride the sweeping curves and green hillsides. The smell of honeysuckle or clover was lovely. We’re not sure what we were smelling. If there’s a local Virginian out there that can shed some light on it, we’d appreciate it.

Pulled into the Lynchburg Harley Davidson shop for chicken sandwiches chips and ice cold water and soda. Many riders went t-shirt shopping. Just what we need, another t-shirt????.

A very important, rip the patch off ceremony was held for a rider. TS had a patch that said, “Vietnam Era” I asked him about his service. He only spent one week in Vietnam and didn’t feel he deserved to wear the “Vietnam Veteran” Patch. I disagreed with him. He answered his country’s call to serve. He went to Vietnam and did what was asked of him. At the Harley Shop he was gifted a new Vietnam Veteran Patch and ripped off the old one to ready his vest for the new patch.

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Ripping off the old patch ceremony.

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I know for many veterans this is a sore spot. The veterans that did not set boots on the ground in Vietnam feel like second class Veterans, like they didn’t serve “enough”. I feel for them, just as I feel for the Veterans that went to Vietnam, witnessed the horrors of war and returned to a country that spit on them and the service they gave. I don’t have an answer, but I hope that ALL veterans, boots in country Veterans and Veterans that served in other ways know that America appreciates you, your service and your sacrifice.

2nd Platoon Leadership presented their Road Guard with a special thank you gift. This year the Southern Route put together the first ever ALL female platoon leadership. Mind you, the platoon is not made up of all females, just the four leadership members. The Road guard assigned to them, VOLUNTEERED to work with them. Today they presented Caretaker, now to be known as CARE BEAR, a Care Bear of his own. This year’s motto is “we ride with heart”. Thought the Tender Heart Care Bear was a good representation of the 2018 run. Once again, a big thank you to the Road Guards and the job they do to keep us safe and rolling down the road.

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow is day 10 and we arrive in DC. Seems like yesterday we were in Ontario. I hope many of our riders are considering volunteering for leadership jobs next year. We need people to work the fuel team, the staging team, and platoon leadership. If you enjoyed the experience you had this year, please consider returning next year and helping to “Charlie Mike”, “Continue the Mission” it won’t happen without volunteers like you! If interested you can volunteer at RFTW.us.

Tonight’s thought:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” Theodore Roosevelt

256 Miles to D.C., rider’s stay alert, stay vigilant, be safe, God speed!

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Day 8-Chattanooga, TN to Wytheville, VA ???????? Home stretch

Today began dark and early, I know you’re surprised by that!

Morning Rider’s meeting, 1st Nav shared the story of Silverdale Confederate Cemetery and the 155 unidentified souls interred in the cemetery. Since Southern Route has started contributing to the cemetery, 40 remains have been identified.

After 1st Nav’s introduction to the cemetery, Santa Ed auctioned off two Silverdale Cemetery patches. Not really, he just showed them and remembered when patches were really auctioned off. Instead of auctioning the patches, hats were passed to raise money for the cemetery. Riders donated $1,800 to continue to search for the Missing in Action interred at Silverdale Cemetery. This is one of my favorite things the run supports. What better fits the RFTW mission than supporting the identification of American Soldiers, interred in their own country???

From Chattanooga, it was on to the T/A Truck Stop. Road Guard Scout, Gonzo had been waiting DAYS for this stop and enjoyed the donuts to the fullest ????.

One more gas stop and then we were off for Bristol-Black Wolf Harley Davidson. A nice lunch was waiting for us with all the cold drinks we could ever want for.

After that it was onto Wytheville, VA a small town with a huge patriotic heart. The town welcomed us with much fanfare. We parked our bikes on the sidewalk that rims the town center. A nice ceremony was conducted and it was off to the Moose Lodge for a steak dinner.

Today Southern Route went on an incredible Outreach in Dalton, GA to the sister and 101.5 year old mother of Maj. Bobby Jones, Vietnam MIA. 1st Nav & Wookie have carried his bio the last several years across country; “reading his story is moving enough but actually meeting the family and hearing about what they’ve been living with for over 4 decades….this is why we ride.” Thanks 1st Nav for sharing the experience with us.

I have got to get more sleep, before I crash my bike. I have more stories to share but they will have to wait. If you are wondering if Run for the Wall is right for you, I promise you it is, this ride will change your life.

Tonight’s thought: Duty, honor, country

As young West Point cadets, our motto was ‘duty, honor, country.’ But it was in the field from the ride paddies of Southeast Asia to the sands of the Middle, that I learned the motto’s fullest meaning. There I saw gallant young Americans of every race, creed and background fight, and sometimes die for ‘duty, honor, and their country’.” General Norman Schwarzkopf

DISCLAIMER – I am not only too tired to proofread, I am exhausted. More tomorrow.

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Day 7 – Meridian, MS – Chattanooga, TN ????Emotional Day

Today began dark and early. Breakfast was held at the Meridian, Age-Pavilion. After clean laundry was collected and stowed on bikes, riders chowed down on breakfast and soda! I love the south!

Morning rider’s briefing was held. All Platoon Leadership was brought up to the front and introduced as a group. We were then informed we would all be getting pink slips in three days. ARC, then invited riders to consider serving in a leadership position next year.

We then traveled on to the Tuscaloosa VA Medical Center. I try not to get personal in the sit-reps but tonight I have to make an exception. Today I met Sgt. Shane Strickland USMC, he served 2 tours in Afghanistan and 1 tour in Iraq. He suffered a spinal injury during a training accident.

When I walked up to the hospital, Shane was reclining in his special wheel chair. I could tell he suffered a serious spinal injury but I wasn’t sure of his mental state. During the pledge and national anthem he was making eyes at me. At that point I knew mentally he was in there. After the ceremonies were over I went up to meet him. He was so happy and was attempting to speak with those around him. I hung back a bit and when the crowds cleared, I stepped up to present him with one of our platoon pins. I took his hand, showed him the image of Joan of Ark and explained that this year there was an all female platoon Leadership. He thought that was just wonderful and gave the biggest grin. I bent down and kissed his cheek and hugged his shoulder.
THE COST OF FREEDOM CAN BE FOUND AT ANY VA HOSPITAL.

I have spend the remainder of the day thinking about Shane. Shane gave everything to his country. He will live the remainder of his days at the Tuscaloosa VA Hospital, mentally fine but physically unable to do much. Shane has no family, no one to visit him, send him birthday greetings, bake him a cake, remember him on the holidays. My heart breaks ????.

Run for the Wall family, I ask you to think of Shane and send him a card or a gift to let him know he has not been forgotten. Cards, letters and gifts can be sent to:

Sgt Shane Strickland
3701 Loop Rd,
Tuscaloosa, AL 35404

From the VA Hospital we went on to the Piggily Wiggily. We encountered a nice rain shower en route to the Piggily. Didn’t stay long and off we went to navigate our way through down town Chattanooga during rush hour. Things went pretty smoothly, bumper to bumper traffic but the pack held it together and without mishap made it to the White Lightening Harley Davidson Dealer. A HUGE shout out to Ghostrider for doing a rolling block to get us off the highway, just in time.

Today I was pulled from my spot as 2nd Platoon leader to ride with Sergeant major, a Road Guard. I did not ask for this “opportunity”. Someone up the chain thought it would be a good idea for Platoon Leaders to see what the pack looks like and the ramifications of not riding in tight formation. This took me so far out of my comfort zone, I can’t even tell you! I experienced many riding firsts. Let me preface this by saying I live in Metropolitan Southern California, the concrete jungle. So today, I rode on grass for the first time. Took my bike off the pavement and onto the gravel and then back on the pavement for the first time. Went up a curb to a center divider and then off it on the other side. Made a u-turn on a highway on ramp. And went 5 over the speed limit ????. I never knew “five over” was so fast.

I now know for certain, I NEVER want to be a road guard. I knew that already but… I have great respect for the road guards and the job they do. I am thankful they are willing to do the job and that they enjoy the heck out of it. I understand the need for platoons to stay tight. I hope I am not asked to ride with a road guard again. I’ll stay in my little Platoon bubble, they know me there and I like it.

I’ll write more about the ride tomorrow when I am not so emotional about coming face to face with the cost of freedom and so many riding firsts.

I love the run and the opportunity to meet so many American Heroes and love them. That’s why I am here, to love the veterans and to ride for those who can’t.

Tonight’s thought:

“The Bible says the angels of heaven are God’s Army; When you stand in Arlington, you know God has a damn good one.”

God speed and ride safe tomorrow.

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Ambassador update – Day 5 & 6

This tired sit-rep reporter forgot to include the Ambassador Team report in the last two sit-reps so here’s an addendum to update you on the wonderful work the Ambassador’s have been doing. Thank you Little-bit for the Ambassador write-ups.

Day 5 – Texas State Veterans’ Home

The Ambassador team, on an outreach, had lunch with the Veterans at Texas State Vets Home in Bonham, Texas. One of the residents was a Frozen Chosen Marine. Another was on Iwo Jima when the American flag was raised. It was a honor to meet some of the last surviving members of the Greatest Generation.

Day 6 – General Chennault Museum

Today the Ambassadors visited the General Chennault Museum in Monroe. He was the renowned leader of the Flying Tigers in China & Burma in World War II. A legendary hero of the air war against the Japanese.

Riders are gathering at the Meridian Age-pavilion as I type this. Type to hit the road. Safe riding everyone!

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Day 6 – Monroe, LA – Meridian, MS – Crossing the Mississippi

Today was a beautiful, picture perfect riding day, not too hot, not too humid, it was very, very nice. Morning staging took place in the Sam’s Club Parking lot. McDonalds was there serving breakfast sandwiches and the Amvets had snacks and caffeinated sodas, hallelujah!

Robert Reavis, “Old School” shared the MIA, why we ride story:

In addition to Old School the Military Suicide Prevention officer for Louisiana spoke to the group. He shared some very sad statistics:

114,000 veterans have committed suicide since 9-11
8,000 veterans a year commit suicide
22 veterans a day commit suicide

Suicide Hotline 800-273-8255

Santa Ed has been giving riders, patches, stickers and t-shirts, hoping to spread awareness that our military are in trouble and need our help.

The Louisiana State Police have to show off every year. It’s okay, all the riders enjoy it.

From Monroe, LA we rode to Jackson, Mississippi, the most patriotic town in America! This took us across the mighty Mississippi. Always a milestone on the Southern Route. Jackson, MS goes all out every year to welcome the riders. I wish every American and especially every veteran could ride in to Jackson with Run for the Wall. It’s an amazing show of patriotism. The ultimate Welcome home!

Captain Robinson spoke to the group. He was held captive in North Vietnam for 7 years. He had quite a story to tell. He shared a number of interesting observances: “Never commit the troops before we commit the nation”. “Never will a generation of veterans abandon another.” AMEN!

Riders enjoyed the Trail of Honor, a walk through US History beginning with The American Revolution. With reenactors and artifacts. This was a three-hour stop, which was nice. Had a chance to rest, catch our breath before pushing on to Meridian, MS.

Seventy Mississippi State Troopers escorted across the state. It’s really something to watch them control traffic. The 99 miles from Jackson to Meridian was a straight shot on East on I20 with not a moving car in sight.

Enjoyed a good dinner, riders turned in their dirty clothes to the nice people who do our laundry and then it was off to the host hotel.

Tonight’s quote:

“I am more afraid of an army of 100 sheep led my a lion than an army of 100 lions led by a sheep.” Charles-Maurice de Talleyrand

DISCLAIMER – Excuse the spelling and grammar errors, I am exhausted. It was so tempting not to bother to write a report.

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Day 5-Grand Prairie, TX – Monroe, LA ☀️Picture perfect day until ????

Today Platoons 2 & 3 and the Ambassador Team went on an outreach to The Texas State Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Dallas Fair Park, Dallas, TX. Since I am in Platoon 2, I was on the outreach and not with the pack.

We joined up with the pack in Terrell, Texas, a wonderful stop with the locals showing support for the riders.

Onto lunch at Longview Fairgrounds. This is a great stop, more homemade sandwiches, hundreds and hundreds of them.

Every year J.P. Brimm and his wife Patsy Primm provide the entertainment and it is fantastic!

After Longview we crossed the state line into Louisiana and with that come the Louisiana State Motor Officers. It is so enjoyable to watch them work. Racing up and down the highway, controlling traffic and doing their thing. Tomorrow morning they should perform a riding exhibition. I will share the video tomorrow. RC, Chad O’Dell, “Slacker” Thanked the motor officers for escorting us safely through Louisiana.

Today was an easy riding day. There was quite a contrast between the Texas dry desert and the lush green trees and grass of Louisiana. I for one welcomed the change. Every once in a while you would get a whiff of flowers or grass, very different from the smell of oil in the Texas Permian Basin. I welcomed that change too. The temperature finally cooled down, there was a little cloud cover and sprinkles every now and then. Until we were 10 miles from target, then the heavens opened up and dumped on us. It was nice though. Pulled into the Shriner’s Hall and had a nice dinner and program and off to the hotel.

Walking into the hotel I noticed “Dragon” holding a clean pair of socks and jeans, GUESS WHAT??? Tomorrow is clean jeans day. The folks at Meridian Agi-pavilion take in rider’s dirty laundry and return it clean in the morning. The kindest, selfless service EVER! I can’t wait for clean jeans!

We have been picking up riders steadily everyday. It is fun to watch the new riders being welcomed into the platoons by the more seasoned riders. Run for the Wall is truly a family where everyone is welcomed and loved.

Tomorrow we cross the Mississippi, woohoo! Day 5: 1,762 miles travelled, only 1,209 left to go.

Let’s close tonight’s sit-rep with this thought:

“Each man must for himself alone decide what is right and what is wrong, which course is patriotic and which isn’t. You cannot shirk this and be a man (or woman)” Thomas Tusser

Good Night and God Bless all our riders,be safe out there.

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Day 4 – Odessa TX – Grand Prairie TX. ???? Surprise! ☀️Hot & ????Windy

Day 4 began with a delicious breakfast provided by American Legion Post 430. After breakfast we took a 10 mile ride to The Permian Basin Memorial. For Vietnam Veterans, this is a very emotional stop. The angle of the helicopter coming in and the soldiers on the ground hoping for a ride out of the jungle brings back very vivid memories.

Southern Rider, Karoni Forrester “Hoops” Dad’s name is on this memorial. She graciously agreed to share her father’s bio with us.

Capt. Ronald W. Forrester, USMC
MIA 12/27/72 – North Vietnam

Ron was 25 years old when his plane was shot down over North Vietnam. Two days after Christmas, 1972 and one month to the day before the Peace Treaty was signed. Capt. Ron Forrester and his pilot, Cast Jim Chipman went on a solo night mission as part of Operation Linebacker II. Their A-6A Intruder never returned to base. It is believed their plane was hit with anti-aircraft artillery. Their crash site has not been accurately located. There are mixed reports as to whether either Marine was able to eject from the plane. Forrester and Chipman are MISSING IN ACTION

This is why we ride!

AMBASSADORS REPORT –

The Ambassador team paid tribute at the Texas State Cemetery to two of Texas’ fallen heros, who both earned the Metal of Honor posthumously. The team laid a wreath at each gravesite. Their citations are written in large plaques in the cemetery. Alfred Wilson, U.S. Marine was KIA when he jumped on a grenade to save the others in his squad, absorbing the full force of the blast. Marvin Young, U.S.Army, was critically wounded, he stayed behind to cover the withdrawal of his men and died on the battlefield.

After lunch at the Colorado City, Railhead Building we had two 100+ mile rides to Grand Prairie. Made it through Dallas with nary a hiccup, thanks for the LEOs and fantastic road guards. Gonzo out in front of the Pack is doing a fantastic job and Wild Cat is bringing up the rear. Road Guard book ends.

I think we’ll close with a quote about duty. Southern Route riders wear many hats, often times it’s not the job they were enlisted to do. Everyone pitches in and does what needs to be done. So…

“Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more, you should never wish to do less.”
General Robert E. Lee

Good Night, safe riding to all three routes tomorrow.

P.S. I am too tired to proof read or spell check. Sorry if there are mistakes.

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Day 3, Las Cruces NM to Odessa TX ☀️hot & windy ????

Our morning briefing included a safety briefing from Captain, the Road Guard Captain. Las Cruces did not provide LEO escorts in town, nor would they allow our road guards to stop intersections or direct traffic. This created an interesting situation. Two road guards were assigned to each platoon as we travelled through town, obeying ALL the traffic signals, stop signs and turns. After my platoon made it to the memorial I went up to thank our road guard. I told him I had never led a platoon, having to obey all the traffic laws. He laughed and said, me either. Well, for first timers, it went quite well.

Check this out, 3 Southern Route leaders, sharing the bad news of no LEO escorts through Las Cruces.

A big shout out to our Road Guards, up early, standing out on the hot pavement, getting us down the road. THANK YOU!

Stopped at the Las Cruces, Veteran’s Memorial Park, there was a nice ceremony. A short video is posted on the Run for the Wall Facebook page and Instagram of the National Anthem. Very moving to start the day with over 100 veterans singing the National Anthem.

Made it to Texas today! Texas and Texans are amazing! This is the fourth state on our journey. Some states we pass through the people, stuck in their cars on the side of the road get angry at the inconvenience of having to wait for us. In Texas, the people get out of their cars and salute the veterans as they ride by. THAT’S IMPRESSIVE.

We had lunch in Van Horn, delicious home made salads. Corn bread salad, I’ve never had it, care to share your recipes?

On to Odessa with a quick pit stop in Pecos for a fill up and empty out. (if you get what I mean ????)

After 345 miles we pulled into Odessa and a delicious dinner of fried catfish, fried chicken, hush puppies and homemade ice cream. All prepared by Catfish and Company and donated by Brazos Door and Hardware of Odessa, Texas. Thank you Crossroads Fellowship Church for opening your doors to us. It was very nice to get done after a long, hot day and walk into a nice air conditioned building. Thank you to you all!

I have requested reports from the Ambassador team and Out Reach team. Tonight we have our first Ambassador Report:

ANGELS WATCHING OVER ME – AMBASSADOR REPORT

The Ambassador team encountered heavy traffic entering El Paso. General’s Driver was very concerned they would not make the assigned stops when out of nowhere, a Texas State Trooper came to the front of the team, turned on his lights and escorted the team through the heavy traffic to the next fuel stop where he was thanked and given a run pin.

Since we are in Odessa tonight, birthplace of Chris Kyle and the location of his monument, we will end tonight with a quote of his.

“It was my duty to shoot the enemy, and I don’t regret it. My regrets are for the people I couldn’t save: Marines, soldiers, buddies. I’m not naive, and I don’t romanticize war. The worst moments of my life have come as a SEAL. But I can stand before God with a clear conscience about doing my joB.” CHRIS KYLE God Bless you Chris and your family for your service and sacrifice.

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Day 2 – Chandler AZ – Las Cruces NM ☀️Hot & Windy????

A great day to be alive and a beautiful day to ride!

The day began, sunny and warm, a nice 70 degrees. Our first stop was in Marana, AZ. We gassed up at the Circle K and swung around to stage in the parking lot of a little bar. We were thrilled that the parking lot was paved this year and we didn’t have to deal with gravel. It’s the little things in life. We did need to use kickstand pads as the black top is so soft the bikes sink. Gotta love Arizona ☀.

Marana, AZ might be a small town out in the Arizona desert, but they have big hearts! The gas stop was donated by DVMA 3212, VFW Post 5990 Auxiliary, breakfast was donated by Mike Kemery and Maricopa VFW. Wow! a big Thank you from RFTW – Southern Route!

Gunny was in Marana and we got a peek at his new FNG Patch that was presented to him yesterday. Gunny and I discussed the other 15 original ATW riders. Looking forward to seeing Cowboy in Odessa, that leaves 13 missing riders. Perhaps someone will seek them out… hint, hint.

Before we knew it, it was time to hit the road. We crossed into New Mexico at 1:40 and crossed the Continental Divide at 2:40. That’s always fun. Next stop, Wilcox Arizona.

Wilcox is another small town in Arizona with a big patriotic heart! The kids come out with posters and flags welcoming the riders. The Elks lodge hosts our lunch. The VFW performed a flag ceremony. So much happened in such a short amount of time, I didn’t get the names of everyone involved in the program. The Wilcox PD lead riders in and out of town.

Upon leaving Wilcox we experienced a 100+ mile leg, 100 degree weather and 100 mile per hour winds. It was a fabulous day, because, it wasn’t raining!

I have a question for local New Mexico residents. There are signs posted telling travelers what to do in a dust storm:

1. Get off the road.
2. Stay buckled up.
3. Turn lights off
4. Take foot off the break.

What the heck is that? Seeing all the signs and the fierce wind, I wondered what we would do on motorcycles if we experienced such a dust storm.

The day ended at Barnett’s Harley Davidson Shop. They do such a good job hosting the riders of the Southern Route every year. One of the favorite high lights is the ginormous flag flying from the Fire Engine. Thank you Barnett’s for hosting us year after year.

I just have to give a shout out to my most wonderful husband. He gassed up my bike tonight so I could start working on the sit-rep. It’s a good man that will gas up your bike after a long day of riding. Thank you honey! (he never reads this, but what the heck)

We’ll end tonight with this thought:

POW/MIA

For as long as we have Wars
And we send our Young to fight
We’ll have Those who are Missing
And the POWs plight.
All People of this Nation
Have this Duty to fulfill.
We must keep Them in our thoughts
And, We must have the Will
To bring every One home
And do all we can to find
All those POW/MIAs
And leave NO Souls behind.

Good night and God Speed

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2018 Central Route SitRep – Day 0 – Ontario, CA

Hi Everyone, we are back for another great, fun filled year on Run For The Wall trip. Similar to last year, I will be posting daily at this location and I hope you will find it interesting. I will not be reporting on the daily schedule as much as I will be writing about some of the events and people that help make this RUN, the “Greatest Run In America”. That may sound boastful but if you stop to think of all that takes place on this RUN, you may change your mind. When you consider the tens of thousands of people across America who buy and prepare the daily food, who do rallies to purchase and pump the gas, the many who line the streets to cheer their support, the national and local leadership who do all their service for free, all the work to set up and tear down each event, the many hours of the traffic and road guard people. Then consider all the healing that takes place in the lives of the participants. We have countless stories of men and women who have found healing for emotions, help and encouragement in their lives because of what this RUN does. Needless to say, I am a fan and I have been on this RUN for 11 years being a platoon leader, ambassador and Sit report writer. So if you are home and reading this, make plans to be with us this or next year and come be a part of something bigger than yourself and be a blessing to many!

If you want to keep track of the RUN and its progress go to the RFTW.us web page, scroll down and click on where it says to keep track of the RUN. C1 will be Harlan in the lead and C2 will be the tail end of the RUN. it is always on when they are moving so have fun and keep up with us.

The first day there are many meetings,  as all of the RUN information needs to be communicated in a short time and that is done through bulletins, emails and meetings. Through leadership, FNG (Funny New Guy) meetings, and then each platoon leader will meet with their riders and sort out the many questions that riders will have. There are also the fuel guys, the road guards, the ambassadors, Chaplains, chase vehicles, missing man, and etc.

One of the special leaders for the RUN is a guy better known by his road name, “Bullet” (Don Pierce)  He is one of a kind that is always there in the middle of the action and always there when needed. He is one of a few “89ers” group that help start the RUN in 1989. He now serves as “Law Enforcement Liaison” for the RUN and has served in several other capacities over the years, such as platoon leader (although there were no platoons then). Some of his early memories of the RUN were when a Kansas trooper headed all the riders off onto an off ramp and had them circle around to and open field by Colby Kansas where they had a meal prepared and people waiting to serve them. They were unaware of this event until it happened and were really touched by the caring people. Bullet says that was the first time anyone was told “Welcome Home” and it is now an often heard sentiment on the RUN. Another memory he has was a semi tanker fuel ruck had pulled into a field and was ready to fuel the RUN’s many bikes but the fuel man was disappointed when they only had about 30 bikes. Oh for the good ole days huh, actually we have many, many people who step up and help us with our fuel costs, may God richly bless them! Although Bullet helps many to get to the Wall, he still finds it difficult himself to make it to the Wall. He has over 70 buddies whose names  are on that wall and it is an emotional event when he does go. Bullet has the best attitude about all of it as he says, “he tries to look forward as he can’t change the past but he can build a better future”. Bullet you are a great example to us all and thank you for being there for all of us!!! We are very thankful for you and for what you do for all of us.

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Don (Bullet) Pierce

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When I hang around the entrances to the hotel I run into many special long time RFTW riders. One of those was Jim (Scout) Hoffman. He road on the RUN for 15 years starting in 1999. He road a FJR Yamaha. I remember Scout, he was always where he was needed and he moved pretty fast on that bike. He was and is a treasure that the RUN has had for many years. Jim told me that he kept coming back because he wanted to give back and he liked the camaraderie and the friendships that he developed over the years and I would add to that, I know the RUN really appreciated his expertise on the road guard team.

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Part of my work or duties on the RUN are being part of the Outreach Team. Our job on that team is to stop and honor any Gold Star parents that are located along our route. So, one of those parents we talked with today is Deana Howard age 50, and she lost her son 20 year old  Mark Howard on 4/28/12. He was Army  Airborne. PFC. Mark was the kind of guy that liked to make people laugh and he loved learning new things and he had wisdom beyond his years. Deana now works 120 to 140 hours to make ends meet and she takes care of other children. When talking to Deana, we all could see that she is a hard working lady who is determined to better herself and family and she has put the RFTW on her bucket list for maybe next year. Deana, we would very much like to have you on the RUN next year.

Ok, that is it for today and I am already behind but figured you would like the early bonus.

Roger (Pops) Hageman, make it a good day tomorrow!