I saw this in the paper this morning.
It's about a bunch of people who make sure soldiers returning from Iraq have someone to greet them when they get back to America. That's bad ass.
A friend of mine was killed in Iraq last year, and a group called The Patriot Riders showed up to ride their motorcycles in the funeral procession. Then they stood quietly and watched the entire burial of a young soldier they never met.
Between them, and the folks who lined the roadways in Athens waving flags and holding their hands over their hearts, let me tell you: It meant a whole hell of a lot to her family.
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