Some think bikers are mean
Some dressed in leathers and others in jeans
You don't like our patches or the clothes that we wear
You hate our bandannas and you hate our long hair
You don't like our scooters and our loud noisy pipes
You think we're not loyal to the Stars and the Stripes
You don't like our patches that are worn on our vests
You think we're oh different from all of the rest
But the truth is, Mister, we're kind of alike
You drive a car and I ride a bike
You have no tattoos painted on your arm
But we fought side by side over in Nam
So the next time your children are running around
Enjoying their freedom and the fun that they've found
Remember us bikers and all that we do
We feed our lost veterans, we're Red, White and Blue!
We bring toys for tots and toys for a smile
By riding our bikes for miles and miles
You see, us bikers have never forgot
Our homeless veterans and our homeless tots
We are loyal to our clubs and true to our bro's
We will always wear black from our heads to our toes
Society once said that long hair was for fags
But you'll never see a biker burning a flag
Now tattoos and leather you don't understand
Stands for free independence that us bikers demand
Our long hair and patches with loud pipes
Is a tribute to our freedom, the Stars and Stripes
So before you make up your mind on just what I might be
Take a look in the mirror and what do you see?
The man that you see that is staring right back
Is not too much different from the biker in black.
Ride Safe, Ride Free!!!
Author - Anonymous
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TAKE CARE OF YOUR VETERAN
(An editorial by Missouri At-Large Member Phyllis Miller)
When I found out the March issue of America's Heroes was going to be
dedicated to Vietnam, I decided there was something I had to say both
personally and professionally. When I was in high school many of the boys
I went to school with were being drafted just as they were elsewhere throughout
the country. I knew what was happening and knew where they were going, but like
so many others in this great country I chose to think of no one but myself.
I continued thinking of myself until one of my best friends was sent home in a
casket. For a short time then I did think about Vietnam, but only for a short time and
soon I was back to thinking only of myself. Then one day I met a sailor and this
sailor changed my life forever, or maybe I should say Vietnam changed my life forever.
We fell in love and were married just as many others were. I knew there was something
wrong with this young man, but I didn't know what it was nor did I care enough
to try and find out. Once again, I never gave a second thought to Vietnam-and
this was in 1970. I was just as ignorant as many others about not asking my
veteran to talk to me about Vietnam. The years continued to pass and our troublesome
lives and marriage continued
to become more difficult.
Then one day in 1992, I met a man at the VAMC in
Kansas City who told me why Jimmy did the things he did. It was at that
point that I realized that he was not crazy, which is one of the many things
I called him throughout the years, but that he was really sick. We managed
to get him into treatments, and I developed a hunger to learn what PTSD was,
how you get it and most of all how you get rid of it. I found out what it was, but
also learned that you don't get rid of it, you learn to deal with it and sometimes
I wish I had never learned how you get PTSD. I read and researched PTSD until it was
all I lived for, but because of my desire to understand this problem we finally reached
a point in our marriage where we could talk and really enjoyed being with each other.
My story does not have a happy ending.
I lost my Vietnam veteran to PTSD in
1994. Not only do I blame Vietnam and the U.S. Government, but I must share
responsibility for ignoring a problem that surfaced from the first time I met my veteran.
You know you hear people talk about World War Two and Korea and other
conflicts, and the battles they fought and won, but when I hear people talk
about Vietnam we talk about how sick our veterans are, the years of no help
for the veterans and/or their families, and how crazy these men are. We
don't hear much talk of the battles fought and won. After the death of Jimmy, I got
involved in volunteer work and then ended up
in Oklahoma working with Vietnam veterans.
The other thing I have learned
in the past two years is just how many lives Vietnam has destroyed. We have
to put behind us the hatred and the bitterness that the veterans and their
families carry with them. Instead, we have to work together and help each
other through this time in our lives. I have only one request from the veterans,
their families and the general public, and that is to learn about the problems
troubling our veterans, get them the help and get yourself help, but most of all
take care of them. These men are very precious to all of us. They are the best teachers
around if we listen to what they say. They are probably the most kindhearted and
caring men there are, and sometimes I ask myself how they can be that way
when so many of us did anything but treat them with a kind heart and caring word.
Don't wait until it is too late to care. You have only one chance in this
life to tell your veteran how much you love him so please do it now, for we
do not know what tomorrow has in store for us.
I want to say I'm sorry for being
so self-centered during a time in my life when I should have been thinking about
what the young men in this country were giving up for me and everyone else.
I also want to say without my Vietnam veteran being in my life I would not be the
person I am today and for that I thank him. Vietnam brought many terrible times in
my life just as it has in many others, and I know we can't make it go away, but I hope
that the day will come when we can all forgive our veterans and ourselves for all
the things Vietnam has done to us. God bless each and everyone of you! Take care
of each other, but most of all the Vietnam veterans WELCOME HOME! I love you guys and your
families.
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INSIDE THE WALL
At first there was no place for us to go until someone put up that Black Granite Wall.
Now, everyday and night, my Brothers and my Sisters wait to see the many people from
places afar file in front of this Wall. Many stopping briefly and many for hours and
some that come on a regular basis. It was hard at first, not that it's gotten any
easier, but it seems that many of the attitudes towards that war that we were involved
in have changed. I can only pray that the ones on the other side have learned something
and more Walls as this one, needn't be built.
Several members of my unit and many that I did not recognize have called me to the Wall
by touching my name that is engraved upon it. The tears aren't necessary but are hard
even for me to hold back. Don't feel guilty for not being with me, my Brothers. This
was my destiny as it is yours, to be on that side of the Wall. Touch the Wall, my
Brothers, so that we can share in the memories that we had. I have learned to put the
bad memories aside and remember only the pleasant times that we had together. Tell our
other Brothers out there to come and visit me, not to say Good Bye but to say Hello and
be together again, even for a short time and to ease that pain of loss that we all share.
Today, an irresistible and loving call comes from the Wall. As I approach I can see an
elderly lady and as I get closer I recognize her It's Mama! As much as I have looked
forward to this day, I have also regretted it because I didn't know what reaction I would
have.
Next to her, I suddenly see my wife and immediately think how hard it must of been for
her to come to this place and my mind floods with the pleasant memories of 30 years
past. There's a young man in a military uniform standing with his arm around
her ......... My God!...... It has to be my son. Look at him trying to be the man
without a tear in his eye. I yearn to tell him how proud I am, seeing him standing
tall, straight and proud in his uniform.
Mama comes closer and touches the Wall and I feel the soft and gentle touch I had not
felt in so many years. Dad has crossed to this side of the Wall and through our touch, I
try to convey to her that Dad is doing fine and is no longer suffering or feeling pain. I
see my wife's courage building as she sees Mama touch the Wall and she approaches and
lays her hand on my waiting hand. All the emotions, feelings and memories of three
decades past flash between our touch and I tell her that it's all right. Carry on with
your life and don't worry about me. I can see as I look into her eyes that she hears
and understands me and a big burden has been lifted from her.
I watch as they lay flowers and other memories of my past. My lucky charm that was
taken from me and sent to her by my CO, a tattered and worn teddy bear that I can barely
remember having as I grew up as a child and several medals that I had earned and were
presented to my wife. One of them is the Combat Infantry Badge that I am very proud of
and I notice that my son is also wearing this medal. I had earned mine in the jungles
of Vietnam and he had probably earned his in the deserts of Iraq.
I can tell that they are preparing to leave and I try to take a mental picture of them
together, because I don't know when I will see them again. I wouldn't blame them if
they were not to return and can only thank them that I was not forgotten. My wife and
Mama near the Wall for one final touch and so many years of indecision, fear and sorrow
are let go. As they turn to leave I feel my tears that had not flowed for so many
years, form as if dew drops on the other side of the Wall.
They slowly move away with only a glance over their shoulder. My son suddenly stops
and slowly returns. He stands straight and proud in front of me and snaps a salute.
Something makes him move to the Wall and he puts his hand upon the Wall and touches my
tears that had formed on the face of the Wall and I can tell that he senses my presence
there and the pride and the love that I have for him. He falls to his knees and the
tears flow from his eyes and I try my best to reassure him that it's all right and the
tears do not make him any less of a man. As he moves back wiping the tears from his
eyes, he silently mouths, God Bless you, Dad. God Bless, YOU, Son. We WILL meet
someday but in the meanwhile, go on your way. There is no hurry. There is no hurry
at all.
As I see them walk off in the distance, I yell out to THEM, and EVERYONE there
today, as loud as I can, THANKS FOR REMEMBERING and as others on this side of
the Wall join
in, I notice that the US Flag that so proudly flies in front of us everyday,
is
flapping and standing proudly straight out in the wind today, "THANK YOU ALL
FOR REMEMBERING"
For he today, that sheds his blood with me, shall be my brother.
Author - Unknown
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Dance like no one's watching!
We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a
baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough
and we'll be more content when they are. After that we're frustrated that
we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are
out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when
our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able
to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is,
there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?
Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to
yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes
from Alfred D. Souza. He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that
life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in
the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business,
time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last
it dawned on my that these obstacles were my life." This
perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness.
Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have. And
treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough
to spend your time...and remember that time waits for no one.
So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until
you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until
you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday
morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid
off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until the first
or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until
you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that
there is no better time than right now to be happy...
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
Thought for the day: "Work like you don't need money, Love like you've
never been hurt, And dance like no one's watching."
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Life as a game
This was written by the CEO of Coca-Cola Brian G. Dyson. It was used as Georgia
Tech's Commencement Address.
Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air.
You name them - Work - Family - Health - Friends - Spirit, and you're keeping all of
these in the air.
You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce
back. But the other four balls - family, health, friends and spirit are made of glass.
If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked,
damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same.
You must understand that and strive for balance in your life. How?
1. Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is
because we are different that each of us is special.
2. Don't set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you
know what is best for you.
3. Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as
you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.
4. Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the
future. By living your life one day at a time, you live ALL the days of your life.
5. Don't give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is really
over until the moment you stop trying.
6. Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile
thread that binds us together.
7. Don't be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we learn
how to be brave.
8. Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to
give; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to
keep love is to give it wings.
9. Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been,
but also where you are going.
10. Don't forget that a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.
11. Don't be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you can always carry easily.
12. Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery, and Today is a gift:
that's why we call it - "The Present"
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A motorcycle dream
By Eddie O'Hara
Muswellbrook, New South Wales, Australia
© 2001
Some time ago I had a dream
I was in a big city on a street named Gleam
Everything sparkled like you've never seen
In that city, in that dream
Well, dreaming away, as I snoozed in bed
A razzle dazzle sign said, "walk ahead"
So I walked up the street and found at the top
All ablaze in lights, a motorbike shop
Peering on in through the window pane
I saw rows of motorbikes and not one the same
The whole shop sparkled and was clean as clean
Everything was polished to a shiny sheen
And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebags studs flickered like the stars
I was dreaming a motorcycle dream!
Now, in that dream there was a salesgirl
She was filling motorbike tanks with fuel
She saw me and she gave her biggest smile
I, of course, smiled straight back, then we both weaved a track
between some bikes and met in the middle isle
The salesgirl's name was Eliza Lee,
Somehow she seemed familiar to me
She was leather clad and oozed personality
And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebag studs flickered like the stars
I was dreaming a motorcycle dream!
Eliza Lee, I soon realized, liked to ride them motorbikes
She said "Let's take a bike for a whirl!"
Don't ask me how we got to St Moritz
But that's where we were in a second split
going down a slope on a 1450cc.
And as we sped down the mountain through the snow and sleet
Eliza was laughing on the pillion seat
because skiers were startled to see a motorbike ski!
At the bottom of the slope was the Hotel Ritz
We rode straight through the lobby and hit the glitz
Of a nightclub, where the bar was open, and all the drinks were free
Eliza and I swung with that scene
While a new season dawned and the alps turned green
We danced to the terrace as a sun-shower came
And we sipped champagne in the falling rain
Then a cork from a champagne bottle went pop
And we were back again in the motorbike shop
And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebag studs flickered like the stars
I was dreaming a motorcycle dream!
Well, I can tell you it came as a big surprise
When I suddenly awoke and realised
That the girl of my dream named Eliza Lee
Was lying asleep there next to me!
Hey, dreams are hard to fathom, even if you're wise,
And in that dream I didn't recognise
My own sweet wife looking twenty three
And going by the name of Eliza Lee!
At breakfast I told her of what I'd dreamed
Of her and me and the bikes that gleamed."
I said "We fell in love in St Moritz
And you preferred love to a sales pitch
And the chrome-work shimmered on wide handlebars
While saddlebag studs flickered like the stars
Darlin' you were in my motorcycle dream
You were in my motorcycle dream
Yes, you were in my motorcycle dream!"
*The circumstances and events portrayed in this poem are fictional and any
resemblances to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.
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A Tribute To Veterans
Song by Jerry Calow
©2003
In Vietnam, Korea and World
Wars Past
Our Men Fought Bravely so Freedom Would Last
Conditions Were Not Always Best They Could Be
Fighting a Foe You Could Not Always See:
From Mountain Highs to Valley Lows
From Jungle Drops to Desert Patrols
Our Sinewy Sons Were Sent Over Seas
Far From Their Families And Far From Their Dreams
They Never Wrote Letters Of Hardships Despair
Only Of Love, Yearning That One Day Soon:
They Would Come Home, They Would Resume
And Carry On With The Rest of Their Lives
The P.O.W.¹S Stood Steadfast
Against the Indignities And Cruelties Of War
They Could Not Have Lasted as Long as They Did
If They Had Relinquished Their Hope That Some Day:
They Would Come Home, They Would Resume
And Carry On the Rest Of Their Lives
Medics, Nurses, and Chaplains Alike
Did What They Needed To Bring Back Life
They Served Our Forces From Day Into Night
Not Questioning If They Would Survive:
They Mended Bones And Bodies Too,
They Soothed the Spirits of Dying Souls
And for Those M.I.A¹S, Who Were Left Behind
We Echo This Message Across the Seas
We Will search For as Long As It Takes
You¹re Not Forgotten And Will Always Be:
In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers,
In Our Minds For All Time
A Moment of Silence, a Moment of Summons
Is Their Deliverance of Body And Soul
To a Sacred Place That We All Know
Deep In the Shrines of Our Soul:
In Our Hearts, In Our Prayers
In Our Minds For All Time
INTERLUDE:
GOLD STAR MOTHERS GRIEVE: ENDLESSLY,
ENDLESSLY, ENDLESSLY.......
These Immortalized Soldiers Whose Bravery Abounds
They¹re Our Husbands, Fathers, and Sons
They Enlisted For the Duty at Hand
To Serve the Cause of Country and Land:
They Had Honor, They Had Valor,
They Found Glory That Change Them Forever
Men Standing Tall and Proud They be
A Country Behind Them in a Solemn Sea
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:
In the Sun, In the Rain
In the Winds Across This Land
Years of Tears Has Brought Us Here
Gathering Around to Hear This Sound
So Let the Flags of Freedom Fly
Unfurled in Their Majesty High:
In the Sun, In the Rain,
In the Winds Across This Land
REPEAT:
In the Sun, In the Rain,
In the Winds For All Time
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The Clock of Life
Author Unknown
The clock of life is wound but once,
and no man has the power
to tell just when the hand will stop
on what day - or what hour.
Now is the only time you have
so live it with a will.
Don't wait until tomorrow,
the hands may then be still.
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