God Bless The U. S. Military...GOE

I love this country, I surely do. Yesterday just furthered that love. You would never know it by reading or listening to the press, but thousands and thousands of vets, active duty, friends, parents, supporters, wives and children gathered together on Mar. 17, 2007 in Washington D.C. to let their faces be seen and their voices be heard by all the traitors and terrorist supporters that could stand the cold. Yep, Cindy "the shame" Sheehan was on hand on their side (Casey is probably doing somersaults in his grave, God rest him). But I still could not have been prouder. There were Army vets, Navy vets, former devil dogs, Coasties, and Air force vets. And man, were there bikers. Who says America is a shadow of its former self. Bunk. Thousand of strong, patriotic folks braved the cold for hours to stand watch on our beloved memorials, and to let the despicable, cowardice, leftists know they do not have everyone fooled. America is not dead or dying. It is vibrant and vigorous. A quick aside, I have one quick way to get a hand on the Anbhar Province. Gather up all those mustered on Saturday in and around the "Wall", and drop them in there. All those jihadists would have to find a new pair of trousers. Those gathered were a formidable presence.

I lost my temper and told a silly looking anti-America type dressed up with fake-bloodied BDU's and grotesque makeup to, "F&$* Off". Can't remember when I have last used the "F" word in public, it was very therapeutic. My brother-in-law found time to confront any protester that came by with a sign and tell them that they were wrong; especially the one carrying a sign that read, "No nukes for U.S.A. and Israel". Big M, asked, "What about the rest of the world?"

The silly looking protester lady said, "Yeah them too.."

Big M replied, "Well you need to fix your sign then."

My Pop seemed to be just happy. Happy in a way a man is who is surrounded by friends. I was cursing, Big M was making the protester look silly, and Pop was just happy to warm his old heart. It was great.

You'll never read about this, but I was there to verify. Trust me. Just when Cindy "the shame" was introduced and began spouting on about impeachment, surrender, and the like, there were a cacophony of Bronx cheers from our side. I would not be telling lies when I tell you our crowd was so loud that that nasty wench's voice could not be easily made out, even with her friggin' megaphone. It was something to be heard.

There was not much violence. I repeat not much. I watched a ridiculous looking man (picture a community college sociology professor) carrying a rainbow peace flag try and push his way, quickly, through our crowd. The filthy flag bearer was bumped. He turned and pushed back. He pushed the wrong person. One of the widest bikers in our crowd immediately launched the silly protester and his flag easily five feet...in the air. The less-than-intelligent America-hater landed right on his ear. I watched the whole thing and had to laugh at the silly fellow and his flag. Who did he think he was dealing with? The cops had to escort the soiled traitor on his way. I will not exaggerate, the big biker received handshakes, one of them mine.

One of the most poignant moments was when a rather large group of hope-the-terrorists-win types tried to march too close to our crowd while carrying a sign which read, "Pittsburghers for Peace". They were met with a virtual wall of Biker Vets. Who would not let them pass while carrying their surrender flag. There is an image of the beginning of the encounter to the left. Long story short, the crowd of protesters did not pass easily by. In fact they had to leave the path and take the grass, and they did not carry their flags with them.

There were so many bikers I would not dare to venture a guess as to how many were present. There were probably just as many other vets who would not be considered bikers. There were young looking new recruit types. There were older looking WWII vets, even one old fellow in dress blues bearing a boatswain's mate second class badge. There were purple heart vets, and those still wearing their green berets. It was uplifting to say the least.

One thing that makes me feel better about the youth of America was something that happened just before we left the mall. As we were about leave the lawn, on the edge of the memorial area were two men carrying a sign. It read, "stop the war on troop morale". It was carried on one side by a salt and pepper haired gentleman and a punkish looking kid. The two turned out to be father and son. It took a while for most passersby to realize the sign was in support of the troops. A person would not have known it by looking at the two odd looking guys. To further prove his point, the older of the two showed a smaller sign he also had. It read, "Besides Fascism, Socialism, Communism, and Tyranny, war never solved anything". The sign definitely beat the tiresome Bush impeachment signs the terrorist supporters carried.

It really is a shame thinking about the lack of coverage given our gathering yesterday. If one thing was accomplished at least I realize that my own and my family's ideals are shared by others, a lot of others. It seems rather selfish of the powers that be in the MSM to only give coverage of one side of the political argument in Washington. Your average simple, hardworking shlub who gets his news in little nuggets provided by T.V. and radio will never know about the men and women countering the America haters who always have their voices heard by the welcoming ears of the network media controllers.

America lives. Tell your friends. Tell your family. Tell your co-workers. America lives and will live because of the people I saw and stood proudly with yesterday. Those people who are proud to have worn the uniform, and those who are proud of them. And all these people in turn are proud of all those in uniform now and in the future. I hope they know and everyone knows.

To view more pictures and quick footage of the "Gathering of Eagles" click here.