May 20, 2024 – Day 6 to DC – Junction City, KS to Wentzville, MO
WOW! What a night it was last night. A few more stories.
-Several people had bruises and one person got a finger broken.
– Someone else told me that the hail hit his kill switch.
–Someone on the Run had his property hit. He lives close by so went home to assess the damage. He said his bike barn was gone, all his animals gone, and his wheat field was destroyed from too much water. His daughter said, go we will handle this. Pray for this family please.
The registration team and a few others spent most of the night making calls to PLs and other hotels to confirm all were accounted for. Thanks for all the work and yes all were accounted for.
Thanks to the prayer warrior for making sure everyone was safe, but next time can you pray for no hail please. Those really hurt. Bruises are starting to feel a little better.
Some gave me his and said this pic was captured by the storm catchers from behind the storm. We were right in the middle of this.
Today this gentleman the brick yesterday. Remember this from the first day. We have been able to get someone every day.
Pretty cool to see them work
We head into Concordia, MO.
As we leave and head for dinner, I hear this song.
I hope you take a few minutes to read it all.
Ragged Old Flag
by Johnny Cash
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin’ there.
I said, “Your old court house is kinda run down,
He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town”.
I said, “Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit,
And that’s a ragged old flag you got hangin’ on it”.
He said, “Have a seat”, and I sat down,
“Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town”
I said, “I think it is”
He said “I don’t like to brag, but we’re kinda proud of that ragged old flag”
You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
When Washington took it across the Delaware.
And It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it
Writing “Say Can You See”
It got a bad rip in New Orleans, with Packingham & Jackson
Tugging at it’s seams.
And it almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag
On Flanders Field in World War I
She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun
She turned blood red in World War II
She hung limp, and low, a time or two
She was in Korea, Vietnam, she went where she was sent
By her Uncle Sam
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
And now they’ve about quit wavin’ back here at home
In her own good land here She’s been abused
She’s been burned, dishonored, denied an’ refused
And the government for which she stands
Has scandalized throughout out the land
And she’s getting thread bare, and she’s wearin’ thin
But she’s in good shape, for the shape she’s in
Cause she’s been through the fire before
And I believe she can take a whole lot more
So we raise her up every morning
And we take her down every night,
We don’t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
On a second thought
I do like to brag
‘Cause I’m mighty proud of that ragged old flag
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SAY THEIR NAME AND THEY WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.
Temps: 55-77
Route: I-70E
Miles: 343
Quote for the day:
Honoring the past, inspiring the future
