Something Truly Special

So this morning at men’s group, we discussed the news of Bin Laden’s death and how there was widespread celebration throughout or country.  Is that right or wrong?  I’m not entirely sure.  I do know that Jesus teaches us to love and forgive our enemies, even the really bad ones.  We are ALL God’s children.  If Jesus were a man on the earth right now, I don’t think that he would be out celebrating the death of one of his brothers.

Later this morning, I was forwarded something my mother had forwarded me through email.  A letter that brought a lot of pride for my country and especially for NE IA, a place I will always hold very dear to my heart.  This letter shows what it is to be an American and more specifically what it means to be an Iowan.   I am so thankful to every man and woman who has ever served to allow the rest of us to life free in the greatest country on the planet.  While, I am never thrilled with the death of one of God’s children, I am thankful that hopefully by the death of this individual, many more lives will be saved. 

This letter was just too good not to share with all of you.

This letter was written by Mark Boss on Sun. 4/24/11 at 8:20 pm.  I have not altered the letter in any way.  Here is the letter:

Something Truly Special 
When I woke up Saturday morning I didn’t realize that I was going to embark upon such a special event.   I want to apologize in advance as my writing skills won’t come close to describing the day’s events but here goes. 

I woke up to a dreary day knowing I was going to ride with a group of motorcycles in a funeral procession. My friend Jeff Ehlers gave me a heads up about it and I said I was in.  As you may have heard one of our own, Don Nichols, fell prey to an IED in Afghanistan last week and his funeral was scheduled for Saturday morning.  Don, I believe was 21 years old from the Waverly/Shell Rock area.  He was a regular young man that loved to do all of the things that any Mid Western young man would expect to do.  Hunt, fish, ride ATV’s, play sports and spend time with his family.  Pretty normal right?  Quite the contrary as you will learn.  Please read on. 

When I pulled into the McDonalds in Waverly it became increasingly apparent that he was not a normal everyday Mid Western young man.  As I circled around the backside of McDonalds into the parking lot I was shocked to see a sea of motorcycles.   As you might guess a vast majority of the bikes were Harley Davidson however as I started looking closer, as I always do, I started seeing bikes of all make, Harley Davidson, Honda, Yamaha, Suzuki, BMW, Victory, Custom Choppers, you name it and it was there.  From cruisers to crotch rockets, vintage to the latest and greatest.  The riders donned every label from Harley Davidson to Rocket Joe.  A group of kindred spirits had come together for the day to do what needed to be done. 

Upon my arrival I found Jeff and Jolene, his girlfriend, parked my faithful steed and wandered over into the crowd.  I wasn’t there long before the crowd of black leather and head bands started to make it’s way to the front of the lot where there was a DOT officer parked.  A man in a red cap was getting ready to speak over the intercom.   After the procedural welcomes and thank yous, he introduced himself as an officer in what’s called the Patriot Guard Riders.  PGR is a group of individuals that banned together for basically one purpose, to shield the families and friends of fallen soldiers from the despicable excuse for human beings known as The Westboro Baptist Church.  This mass of useless pond scum has found it appropriate and necessary to protest at military funerals.  I’ll not expand on the details as to why they find it necessary.  Fact is it’s a heartless act that needed to be stopped.  Enter The Patriot Guard. 

The man gave us our riding orders and we converged into a line 500 plus bikes long and rode to the high school in Waverly where the funeral was being held.  It was cold and windy.  We were all wearing leather yet the bite of the wind still found it’s way to our skin.  We huddled together to try and stay warm.   It was then that I realized how much of a wimp I was when a man walked up to our group wearing a kilt and carrying a set of bagpipes.  He was an older gentleman that looked as rugged as any bearded biker in the crowd.  I knew at that moment that when those bagpipes started to play it was going to get very hard for me not the shed a tear.  I’m a sucker for bagpipes. 

As the mourners made their way into the high school along the side walk that was lined with PGR members standing with large American flags waving in the wind, it seemed like hundreds of flags, if you counted the small ones in the hands of the other riders it probably was.  During the funeral the man in the red cap gathered us together and gave us more riding orders for the long ride to the cemetery in Cedar Falls.  He gave us kind advice to ride safe and trying not to get in the zone of emotion when we see the displays along the ride.  Again, I had no idea.   As we meandered through the streets of Waverly following the funeral procession, it was like going through a tunnel of red, white, and blue.  Patriotic citizens young and old by the hundreds lined the streets waving flags and holding banners showing their support. By the time we reached the highway the numbers had easily reached the thousands.  People from all walks of life I’m sure.  Boys Scouts grouped together saluting with their uniforms on.  What a site it was.  At times I found myself fighting back emotion. 

We made our way out of town to the highway, which was sparsely scattered with more supporters.  It wasn’t until we reached Janesville and pulled off onto the old highway that it finally dawned on me.   This was a much bigger event than I realized.  Pulling into Janesville found us riding through another colorful tunnel of patriotic colors waved by what seemed to be even more numbers that in Waverly.   Supporters found their own special way to honor the fallen as evidenced by the 3 flat bottom boats floating above the old bridge with flags affixed to the rear waving over the waters of the Cedar River.  From that point and on through the rest of the ride to Cedar Falls was a solid line of people lining the roadside, all there for the same reason.  

The more I rode along the more I took note of the faces of the people along the road, many of which were either fighting back tears or had long since succumb to the emotion of this endless motorcade.   More and more I saw men standing proud saluting or holding their hats over their hearts, woman and children waving flags with tears in their eyes.  It wasn’t until I saw the older gentleman, no doubt a World War II veteran judging by his age, that my emotion got the best of me.  This man was doing his very best to stand tall despite the years of wear bearing down upon his shoulders, with his Army Beret firmly down on his wrinkled forehead and tears streaming down his leathery cheeks he proudly saluted to the bikes as we thundered past.  He knew why we where there.  I began to weep under my helmet.  It was just too much.  You see, I didn’t see Republicans, I didn’t see Democrats, I didn’t see gay, I didn’t see straight.  I saw Americans of all race, and color banding together for a cause, a very important cause. 

Coming into Cedar Falls found the crowds getting no smaller rather more of the same and more of me continuing to fight the tears.  We got to the cemetery where the PGR provided a human fence around the gravesite.  Luckily the Westboro Baptists were nowhere to be found.  The funeral was allowed to proceed without delay or disruption.  And when the man in the kilt started playing Amazing Grace on the pipes it was like nothing I’d ever heard.  

So you see Don Nichols was no regular 21 year old man.  He was a hero.  A hero that was loved by more people that morning than his grieving family could have ever imagined.  Thankfully by people who understood completely the great sacrifice that he has made.  He gave his life fighting for his country.  We’ll all go back to work and some will soon forget the day’s events as our day to day struggles will over shadow and push that memory out.  I for one will carry the day with me.  It was an honor and a privilege to be part of it.  

Thank you to all who are serving and to those who have served.  You are loved and appreciated.


About wmarsau

Most of the people who visit this blog already know me so it is kind of pointless to try to describe my life in this short little blurb. What is the purpose of this blog is the question. Over the course of this last year I have been exposed to some amazing people and have made personal development an important focus of my life. Being successful, not by the world's standards, but by God's has become my main focus. Mainly, I want to work to develop myself as a person who is kinder, reaches out to help those in need, and truly makes a difference in this world. To this end I am constantly reading and am exposed to so many differnet things along the way. These have been amazing and it is helping me grow so much. Then I started to think, "Why am I being so selfish?" You need to share with others these amazing things you are learning and being exposed to. That is where this blog comes into play. As I am reading and experiencing things that are truly amazing and life changing, I will be posting them on this blog. Obviously, I will not be able to post everything in it's entirity, but I will be summarizing them and letting you know the source of the article or book they come from so you can check them out later if you wish. I want this blog to be a place where you can go to often and be inspired and leave here with a smile on your face. I will be covering all kinds of different topics dealing with success and personal development. Topics like taking action, relationships, living to your potential, reinventing yourself, finances, leadership, presenting, goal setting, time management, etc. I will also be occasionally including topics on cooking, music, and gardening because they are special interests of mine. As a little disclaimer, I have given my life to the Lord and he is #1 in my life. I am his servant and everything I do in life is for his glory. With that being said, religion influences all areas of my life. There will be references to God in this blog because I can't seperate God from this or any other area of my life. I want you to know that if you do not believe in God, that is fine. That is your choice. This blog is open to anyone who wants to better their life. I will not be trying to influence or pressure anyone into having a relationship with the Lord from this site. Please don't feel uncomfortable. You can just read the portions of the blog that you wish to. I am inviting you to go on a journey with me. We will learn together to be the kind of people we were designed to be. Anyone can make a difference in this world, but it starts%
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