Dave Carter... driving the Ride of Pride with the Rolling Thunder, and
writing about it. His conclusion:
There were those along the route who waved and shouted, and we waved
back and obliged them with the airhorn. But there were those, like Sgt.
Chambers and his comrade who understand what Rolling Thunder is about.
With their discipline and endurance, their dedication and love for their
brothers and sisters in arms, these men give the rest of us hope. Their
solemn and silent vigil speaks more eloquently of sacrifice and
devotion than all the combined windy speeches of all the silver-tongued
jackasses seated at either end of Pennsylvania Avenue.
Let me hear no more about the virtues of “public service” from people
who enter office as meager citizens only to emerge years later rich as
potentates. One doesn’t serve by enriching oneself while confiscating
the citizen’s earnings and suffocating commerce in a regulatory
chokehold. Those who didn’t come home and were abandoned by their
nation, those who came home in flag-draped coffins, the hundreds of
thousands who, each year “ride for those who can no longer speak for
themselves,” they know more about real service than the pampered class
of condescending elites will ever understand. As long as we have these
vets, and like-minded men and women, we still have a fighting chance.
Amen, Dave. Amen...
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