As most of the pack was finishing up at the Elks a group of 16 of us headed out for an outreach to meet Gold Star Parents at The Family Goldstar Memorial in Tuscon AZ. The temp was 64 with sunshine.
Luann Galvin Mother of CW3 Taylor J Galvin who was in Iraq as an Army pilot. He was in a helicopter crash and was fatally wounded.
Skip Moen Father of CW3 Robert “Charlie” Hammett who was in Iraq as a Command and Control Technician and was ofter out in a HumVee. He was killed by an IED.
Marsha Moon Mother of SPC Christopher J Moon who was deployed to Afghanistan as an Army Sniper. He was targeted by the enemy and was killed by a remotely detonated device.
A RFTW wreath was laid, Thank You’s, handshakes, hugs and tears were shared and we then had to say goodbye.


We were then off to meet the main pack at the Love’s Truck stop in Benson AZ. We arrived ahead of the pack so we fueled, staged and then came down to watch the pack arrive. I went over to the manager and thanked him for helping us and allowing us to fuel there. He said last year was the first time we stopped there and he had a great deal of concern of how messy everything could be. This year he said as soon as our fuelers and staging arrived he just stepped back and watched as he knew how well oiled a machine fueling is. KUDOS BOTH TEAMS!!!
Our bikes were fueled, now it was time to head to Elks Lodge #2131 in Wilcox AZ to fuel ourselves. We were greeted by many individuals along the street increasing in number as we neared the Lodge. At the Lodge there were many children who wanted handshakes, fist bumps or high 5’s and had handmade cards to give the riders. Lunch was pulled pork, cole slaw and baked beans. Man did that do the trick. Oh yea, and yummy cookies.
Next was the Pilot Truck Stop in Lordsburg NM for fuel. We didn’t stage after fueling but rather rode on over to Elks Lodge #1813 to stage, take a restroom break and grab a snack along with a much needed stop at the hydration trailer.
Leaving Lordsburg we headed for Las Cruces NM to get to Elks Lodge #1119 for dinner. Nearing town we were greeted many supporters on bridges and by an Angel in the form of a New Mexico Army Reserve Lakota helicopter which followed along with us and landed at the Elks just prior to our arrival. Law Enforcement was great and roads were blocked so that we were alone on the roadways once within a couple miles of the Lodge. THANK YOU!!!
Dinner was brisket and sausage rounds with BBQ sauce, baked beans, potato salad, roll with butter and a large variety of sweet deserts. After eating there was a ceremony put on by The Elks and they presented a flag to us to take to The wall for them.
Has anyone noticed how much The Elks as a whole love and care for us?!?
Major Michael O’Donnell
I had the privilege of carrying his Bio today. Major O’Donnell was from Milwaukee WI. He was a poet, singer and songwriter along with being a pilot for the US Army in Vietnam. March 24, 1970 he and his Huey crew were sent to extract a long range Recon team. As the helicopter was lifting from the scene it experienced an explosion which killed the Major. Ground examination of the site was impossible due to the heavy enemy presence in the area. A search team discovered remains at the site but there was no identification made until after better forensics were developed. In 2001 the Major was identified. Unfortunately his Father had already passed and his Mother suffered with advanced Alzeimer’s disease. His sibling, an older sister, was the only family present when he was put to rest.
The Southern Route is familiar with Karoni and her daughter Lilian. A poem written by Major O’Donnell touched Karoni’s heart. At ANC when Karoni and Lilian’s father/grandfather was placed to rest Lilian read this poem. It reads as follows,
If you are able Save for them a place inside of you… And save one backward glance When you are leaving for the places they can no longer go… Be not ashamed to say you loved them, though you may or may not have always… Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own… And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call the war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind…
Story of an FNG
Today I met Charles from Catalina Island CA. Charles served in the Army and his Platoon Sergeant from Fort Carson learned that he had purchased a motorcycle. His Platoon Sergeant told him about RFTW and he decided to check us out. He said he was looking for people who understood what Military life was a knew what he had experienced. Charles joined us in Ontario and is leaving us after tonight as he has to get back to “life.” When asked he said he was impressed by the Patriotism he found that still exists in this country. He was also impressed by how folks, like those right here at the Las Cruces Elks go out of their way to care for us riders. He added that the biggest thing he was impressed with was the organization in RFTW from staging to the pack riding but especially fueling. He also said he was not nervous or overwhelmed with his first fueling as there was ample and accurate direction. I asked if he was coming back next year. This writer believes he will be due to the big smile on his face and the gleam in his eyes while he shared his experience over the last 2 days.
