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loehring 
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GA Ride Captain Buford, GA
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| 06 Aug 2006 4:11 PM |
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This report could easily take pages to write. The events of the day, the emotions felt and the multitude of people to thank for their tireless devotion to this task. I don't know how I could possible do the day justice with words. The day started at 7:00am EDST, many hours before anything was to start. Not with problems but with people so excited they had to call and ask something. That alone could describe the rest of the day.
I won't go into every aspect of the mission. That is pretty well known and the itinerary posted on the "Confirmed Mission" thread was followed almost perfectly. Oldgoldstar and his Utah Riders started things with an awesome display in Salty Lake City. Two television stations and the Salt Lake City Tribune carried video and print of Gabriel's journey and the people of Salt Lake City even lined the streets in some places to bid farewell to a child who had rested there for some twelve years. What an incredible story that was beginnig to unfold.
With the flag flown by his father's unit firmly attached, Gabriel was placed on the Delta aircraft by a special PGR Honor Guard to begin his trip. There is no question in my mind who was riding with him as the mortician in Salt Lake City had told me the day before that when they transfered Gabriel from the old coffin to the new, "you could have had a viewing that day. Gabriel looked perfect". I don't know any other way to explain it after 12 years. As the Delta aircraft left Salt Lake City I began to receive calls letting me know that the first phase of the mission was complete. Gabriel was ontime for his long awaited reunion.
Once in Atlanta, Gabriel was received by a contingent of PGR along with a Delta Color Guard and an ASA Honor Guard. He was transported from aircraft to aircraft with the honor and respect fitting the infant son of an American hero. Soon after his departure from Atlanta the calls started to come in again. Tearful calls from people in Atlanta who had witnessed the event and were moved by the experience. Gabriel was almost home.
In Columbus GA things were starting to move quickly now. I had the opportunity to speak with the airport police and the ASA Station Manager in Columbus earlier in the day and the airport was ready. After a visit to the Wal-Mart I could tell things were well on the way there as well. As the family arrived at the airport, escorted by 20 PGR and 2 GA State Patrol Cruisers I started to get anxious. The 20 PGR reception group had arrived at the airport a few minutes earlier and the scene bordered on the chaotic. Everyone was so excited that it was hard to keep it all controlled at times. The reception was staged on the AOA (Aicraft Operation Area) and we waited for Gariel to arrive. We didn't have to wait long.
When the aircraft taxied into position the lines were formed to honor Gabriel. It was truly an honor to be asked to act as one of the casket bearers along with "Deltoid", "Walking Slack" and "Live Round". Gabriel's Grand Father walked up as we removed the casket from the shipping box and placed his hand on the casket. "I need to be here too. I am his Grand Father". It was an honor to make space. As we walked through the lines of PGR there was a call to attention and a solute. After some emotional time for the family it was time to mount up for the final leg of Gabriel's journey.
I had the opportunity to ride one of the corners of the cemetery vehicle as we left the airport and it was something to behold. Gabriel's Grand Father rode with me and couldn't stop talking about what he was seeing. GA State Patrol, Muskogee County Sheriff's Dept. and the City of Columbus Police Dept. all assited us to the state line. I watched as 20 PGR (Snap and Animal riding the Honor Position) lead us out on onto the Airport Thruway with the family and the 20 reception riders right behind. As we crested the hill we could see the main body of PGR at the Wal-Mart starting to roll toward the street. What a sight!! It looked like the whole parking lot was starting to move. Awe inspiring and beatiful at the same time.
Given the time and day of the escort I was impressed with how smoothly things went. 5:15 on Friday!!! There is no good way to get there!!! But as we crossed over the state line into AL, and proceeded south, all I could see in my mirror was motorcycles. The only trouble I had with the ride was trying to keep a clean line with Grand Father constantly looking back to see the sight. (That and trying to keep my eyes from staying fixed on my mirrors looking at the same thing :))
As we turned left into the Ft. Mitchell National Cemetery there was a lone Phenix City Motor Officer with his hand over his heart. The Picture of the Day for the website and for me as well. We were finally there and everything had gone perfect.
One more chance to be with Gabriel as we carried him to the pavillion and the celebration would begin. Vandella de Moors said some beautiful things and there were no dry eyes there. The de Moors family were close and Vandella repeated most everything in French. I didn't understand it but they did. It was wonderful to see when "Slack" presented the flag to Vandella and she handed it to 1Lt. de Moors' mother. Unable to be there for either funeral, Mrs. de Moors Senior was finally with them both. "Snap" did a fantastic job keeping the celebration flowing and Mr. de Moors Senior presided over the ceremony. Both were very elliquent throughout.
Finally we escorted Gabriel to the grave site to be laid to rest with his father. After a prayer and a final solute, the balloons were released and the two reunited for eternity.
With so much to stay focussed on throughout the weekend I didn't realise I hadn't allowed myself to "feel" anything. Once I got home and started to read the threads it finally hit me. People had been posting the progress of the flights. Three TV stations had covered the mission and newspapers across the country ran stories. In Salt Lake City it was front page. People had left their offices to stand on the street and there were people talking about it in places far from the events. We had really pulled this off. PGR......We did a good thing. We did a really good thing. As I sit here typing this report I still have tears in my eyes.
To thank all those who had a hand in this mission would be almost impossible. I know I would forget someone and I don't want that to happen. Al Heitman and Dwayne Fuller the morticians at both ends, the two of you were awesome throughout. To the eight police departments who went out of their way to make sure the riders stayed safe, a heart felt thank you. None of our PGR missions would work without you. To Delta and Atlantic Southeast Airlines and the multitude of employees who were a part of the transportation, there is no way to express my gratitude. Without you none of this would have been possible. Thank you to the members of the media who told this story to The Nation. Sometimes it seems like we don't hear enough good things. To Oldgoldstar and the Utah riders, to the PGR who stayed behind in Atlanta to make sure Gabriel had a proper transfer, you both made sacrifices and put the mission first. Thank you. To all the SCs and RCs who brought their riders safely to Columbus, your leadership and dedication are incredible. And to my brothers in GA who have given so much to the planning of this mission, I don't have to tell you how I feel.
Finally to "Snap" and "Animal". Thank you for the compassion and willingness to get this started when you had no idea how it could be done. You stepped out on faith that doing the right thing would find it's own way and it did.
To all my brothers and sisters in the PGR, thank you for everything you did and continue to do to honor our heros and this great nation. I feel so blessed to call you my family. I hope I haven't rambled too long but I just can't put into words how I feel at this moment. God Bless you all. |
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| 06 Aug 2006 5:35 PM |
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| Chip, thank you so much for this incredible report. From your patience and kindness in my anxious beginning to now, your dedication continues to touch my heart! May God bless you always, brother. "Aspire to inspire til you expire" was a church sign I saw on my way home yesterday; truly applicable to each and every one of my PGR family! |
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pcrowley
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| 06 Aug 2006 6:16 PM |
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This was only my second mission, but I have to say I felt honored to have been a participant. I was one of the flag bearers inside the pavillion just steps away from the deMoors family and of course; Baby Gabriel. The whole thing was absolutely incredible. Everyone that put this thing in motion deserves the highest praise. Having lost a child I could not help but re-live my daughter's funeral as Gabriel's small casket was carried into the pavilion. I knew that the reason that we were there was to reunite a father and son in joyous celebration, so I put my personal feelings behind and focused on the mission at hand. I stood with tears and sweat pouring as each member of the deMoor's family spoke and paid praise to both Lt. deMoors and Gabriel. This was truly a miracle mission and I am proud and honored to have been a part of it. All the law-enforcement involved are to be Thanked for a job well done. It had to be a logistical nightmare for them, but they did their job to the fullest. The officer standing at the entrance to the cemetary at attention and his hand over his heart was a testament to the dignity and respect given to this small child and his family.
On behalf of The Vietnam Veterans Riding Group of Effingham and Bulloch County: Thank you PGR and ALL that were involved in this wonderful mission.
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SGM Stick
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Ga. State Medical Coordinator Kennesaw, Georgia
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| 06 Aug 2006 6:38 PM |
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To all who conceived, planned, arranged and, especially, participated in this mission, I salute you. I have been associated with many very well-trained and motivated people in my past, but none measure up to your sense of absolute selflessness and desire to do the difficult right instead of the easy wrong - and for absolutely no reason other than your simple patriotic desire to do the right thing.
Deltoid (Mike), thank you for offering me the privilege of riding one of the corners of the cemetery vehicle and escorting Gabriel home to his new resting place with his Daddy. It was an honor that shall never leave my memory.
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Sergeant Major (ret)
United States Army
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ssweat
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Lawrenceville, GA
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| 06 Aug 2006 8:06 PM |
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As this story gets told and re-told we again witness the caring compassion of a solid group of regular guys whose unselfish and boundless sense of duty surfaces to reveal carachter worthy of passing on. This I suppose is not regular at all. It's what changes lives and makes this world a better place.
My prayers continue for the DeMoors family here and in Quebec as they continue their walk in the shadow of this husband, father, son and hero. And for Gabriel whose place is found at his fathers side.
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Steve Sweat, TCB
Georgia Ride Captain
Lawrenceville, GA
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strull
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| 06 Aug 2006 8:06 PM |
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Chip, Well said brother!! Words cannot express the thoughts and feelings of this special mission. To get a bunch of folks to give of their time, money and effort just to give a soldier one of his dreams is hard to comprehend in today's world. Most of the mission was ridden while looking through teary eyes. When we passed the lone motor officer standing like a statue with his hand over his heart, I nearly lost it. This man truly understood what it was all about. After we entered the cemetary and rode by the first section of headstones, It became even harder to see. I thought about all those headstone and the dead soldiers they represent. Soldiers that served and died for the freedoms that we enjoy everyday. It truly moved my heart. To those that serve or have served our country, my sincerest and heartfelt THANKYOU !!!!
The reunion inside the pavillion was just as moving and how my heart swelled with pride knowing that I was just a small part of making this joyous occasion happen. Hearing the heartfelt thanks from the deMoors family was incredible. When David's mom spoke, My heart hurt for her knowing that this was the first time she would be able to visit her son and grandbaby. But when she was finished, my heart was filled with joy for her and the rest of the family.
To the rest of my PGR family thank you for allowing me to be a part of this great organization.
Scott
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RickE
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aka "Sling" Evans,Ga.
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| 06 Aug 2006 8:10 PM |
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Just want to add our thanks to everyone who worked so hard to make this mission go so smoothly and look so effortless. It was worth everything you did these past months. This is definitely something we, too, will always remember. We are grateful for the honor and privilege of being a part of the family escort. Whatever uncertainty we feel after some missions about whether or not we have made a difference was erased with this mission. It was clear that everyone was grateful and thankful for what has been done here. Not having been involved with the original mission for Lt. de Moors, this was an opportunity for us to meet and speak with this amazing family. Once again, many thanks for allowing us to be a part of this mission.
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Ga. Ride Captain Retired
Rick aka "Sling"
Evans Ga.
US Army
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Little One
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| 06 Aug 2006 8:20 PM |
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| Hey. Im Malory Sweat and i rode with my dad Steve Sweat on this mission. This was my second mission and by far the most touching. I had a great time with all of the guys and girls who rode and it was great to hear their stories about themselves and hear about past missions. It was an awsome way to reuinite son and father after this tragety. Words cannot express all of the emotions shown while we were all standing around the casket and listening to the family talk about the reunion and how much it meant to them that we were there to help them. Thanks for an awsome weekend PGR! |
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tri262
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West Jefferson, NC
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| 06 Aug 2006 9:20 PM |
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| Exceptional Job on the mission Chip. If you ever need flags from NC again let me know. |
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JayDub
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Ride Captain Norcross, Georgia
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| 06 Aug 2006 11:02 PM |
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Chip, you made us proud. You did an outstanding job. This report has been printed and placed in my PGR mission book because it illustrates so well the entire day.
Utah, thanks for all you did in your part of this mission, the news videos are an excellent testament to your professionalism and kindness. And to all my PGR brothers and sisters, I am so honored to be apart of you. I have never shed so many tears since I have become a part of this organization. Thank you. |
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Assistant State Captain
Metro Atlanta Region
Georgia State Ride Captain
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Georgia PGR..... Part of it.......Proud of it!!
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deltoid79
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| 06 Aug 2006 11:46 PM |
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What a phenomenal weekend. Being a part of this mission and the honor given was more than I ever thought I would face in a life time. The prep for this mission was still going strong on Thursday. I got a call wanting me to track down a Canadian flag. 2 thoughts came to mind. One- why didn’t I think of this sooner, two- where do I find a Canadian flag??? Got a call from Slack shortly after the flag call from Chip. He had the same thought as I, why didn’t we think of this sooner. The quest became. At the moment, I felt like we had a better chance of finding the Holy Grail.
Shortly there after, Slack calls me to tell me we could buy one from a business on the other side of town. I decided to pursue my track of finding a business in my county with Canadian ties since I really didn’t have time to ride to the other side of town. Mission accomplished. With the help of Brenda from Coweta Co Development Authority, and Brad from Cargill Industries, I had a flag. Thank you Brenda and Brad. One more thing to do. Ride with Chip to Columbus to recon the airport staging area. Slack and I rode to Columbus to get the feel of the land. That and make sure we knew where to go. All done! The ride home was most pleasant. Great weather, but also gave me an hour or so to reflect on what all has been scheduled. What we as the PGR was hoping to accomplish the next day without any he-cups. And any of us in the airline business, know anything could happen. I was hoping my directions to all of us 20 meeting in Peachtree City to escort the family where clear and precise. Thought about what the de Moors family was thinking and going through this family reunion eve. Wondering if any of them would get any sleep. After a late dinner with Cherie, I head to bed. My excitement for the next day event was over come by my mental exhaustion and next thing I knew, the alarm was going off.
Last minute preparations and off I go. Pick up Cherie and head to Mellow Mushroom to meet the other members escorting the family. Figured we needed to get a bite before we headed to Columbus. With a few riders already there and all others arriving within moments, it seemed my directions were ok. After a short meet and eat, we head to meet the LEO’s who were waiting for at our second staging area. I want to thank Vicki from Mellow Mushroom who graciously sectioned off a space for us to eat and made sure we were in and out without delays. Thank you Vicki and your Server’s. We ride to meet the LEO’s, local and state. At initial contact with PTC police, I was only expecting one car to block the traffic at a key intersection. But they sent several cars to block even the smallest 3 way stop. After coordinating, we head to the de Moor’s house. Thank you Peachtree City Police Dept. for your support during this escort mission.
Pulling up to the front of the house, seeing the family expecting us, running out to meet us, that oh-so familiar lump develops. Months of planning and brainstorming is at hand for this leg. We already knew things went well in Utah. I want to thank all my fellow Utah riders for their dedication and professionalism. I’ve read the articles and seen the videos. Great job fellow members. We pull out, dismount and meet the family. It seems Vandella had to run an errand so we wait for her return. The excitement could have pegged out any excitement reading device. Vandella returns, a few introductions, and we are ready to go. Following our escorts, we head out. Within ½ mile we are transferred to Coweta Co Sheriff Dept. Again, great support. Thank you Coweta Co.
A short ride we are on the interstate for a 55 minute ride. Again, using this time to ponder. Did the airplane land on time in Atlanta, hoping everything and everybody in place. Hoping the plane leaves on time. What was the family thinking; I placed myself in their shoes. Must have been a quick rainstorm. Windshield looked a bit wet. We arrive in Columbus shortly after 1600. Riding by the Wal-mart was awesome. Many bikes, flags a flying, horns a blowing. Wasn’t sure what to expect at the airport. We ride around the entrance road and suddenly see the PGR in force. The second group of 20 riders there and in place. People all around. Excitement and tears build. With a short wait, we are called to enter the airport property. The airplane everyone is waiting on will land within minutes.
All members are standing waiting on the airplane to stop. More importantly, the propeller. Anticipation builds as the door to the aircraft opens. As one of the pallbearers, I was at the end of the line and one of the first to see a box. First thought, surely this is not the box containing the casket. So small. But it was. Chip cuts the box open and we pull out the casket. It was amazing. Here we are about to carry baby Gabriel. Months of planning, checking and rechecking details, suddenly it’s all at my fingertips. Holding back the tears, being filled with honor of being a part of this, suddenly Gabriel’s Grandfather jumps in wanting to help carry the casket. I can only imagine the joy he felt in being able to touch the casket and carry Gabriel. I knew what it meant to me. That walk between the PGR line was so full of emotion it’s hard to pinpoint one thought. I could hear the crying, Snap bring everyone to attention. It’s as if time stood still. Gabriel is placed in the car. Everyone mounts their bikes.
Seeing all this actually take place in front of you is not describable. At least not for me. Now the procession to the cemetery. I don’t know how long it was, but I could see nothing but headlights while looking rearward. You could only wonder what people who saw all this was thinking. And as others have stated, as captured by the photo of the day, the lone Officer standing at attention as we passed was just heart stopping. As we gather and once again acting as pallbearers for Gabriel, time stood still. Walking Gabriel through the PGR line to place him on the support rack was a moment in time. The words spoken, the songs sung, the Families words were so touching, so from the heart. Then the trip to Lt. de Moors gravesite where the hole was dug and Gabriel would be laid. This day would break the hardest of hearts.
Thank you to all the PGR who supported this mission. Rather in body or spirit. This was truly and amazing event.
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snap67
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AL and Ga Ride Capt/National Executive Director
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| 07 Aug 2006 1:07 AM |
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Dear friends,
Over the last several months I have been blessed to become a friend of the deMoors family. I have come to know Vendella's great stength, her faith in God, her love for her children. Maybe she just needed a "big brother" to talk to. I don't really know. Just that this family will now be a part of Linda's and my life forever. To Vendella, her children, her family from Canada, thank you for letting me share the past six months with you. Joseph, you are now the State Captain for Quebec. Danielle, you are a wonderful and courageous lady and we have you in our hearts and in our prayers. To all three kids, I'll be there for you whenever you need an "older" friend. Deni, what can I say. You are my friend. Your good humor and kindness have made the last days easier for everyone and your wife and kids are a blessing. You too will be part of our life.
When I opened my mouth and said "we can make that happen", I didn't have any idea how to go about it. When I told the riders that day what I had done, they just wanted to know how much we needed and reached for their wallets. No hesitation just human kindness. At the time we had 5000 members so I figured a dollar apiece would do it.
44,000 registrations later, it's done.
I talked to Dinky and he, as always, offered his support for my "crazy idea". That night I talked to my ICVMC brother, Animal ( David Reid ) and he said "go for it" and offered his help and support. He is a big part of my life and of this mission.
I knew I could count on my Georgia buddies and I recruited Walkingslack and Deltoid. Then I got a phone call from a new member named "Chip". It took me a while to call him back but as I realized how little I knew of this task, I needed his help. He joined up soon to be joined by the next of "The Four Horsemen" and the team was complete. My friends, what they and you accomplshed is beyond description. The details, loving and patriotic touches, caused this to exceed my expectaions by a country mile.
Soon Vendella moved to Peachtree City and the involvment increased. These guys with Ancient One in support, visited the family before they could unpack. They too found what I had. A wonderfully close and loving family.
As as time went by and the date Vendella had chosen approached, the details came faster and faster. Chip took the wheel and I just went along for the ride. He kept me informed and cleared every decision, even though he didn't need to. You see, I trusted these four guys totally.
And look what happened. PGR got it done. Gabriel now lies with his father, both of them close enough for the family to visit as the spirit moves them. And you did it, all 48,000 of you. You are my family and as I've said before, I love you all.
To Jeff and Jason, who supported me all the way, thank you for being my friends. Jeff had just one question when I told him what I had committed us to. He said "is it the right thing to do" And yes my friends it was. It is "what we do"
So that's how it happened and that's how I feel. I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart. It's 2 AM and I'm going to try and sleep.
I love you all!!
LLRB
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suthnbelle
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| 07 Aug 2006 4:35 AM |
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Words cannot express how honored I was to have witnessed such a phenomenal event. A huge thank you to everyone that worked so diligently to make this wish come true for the de Moor’s family. This is the type of memory that makes your heart smile. |
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Blessed is the Nation Whose GOD is the LORD..Psalm 33:12
GEORGIA PGR...PART OF IT...PROUD OF IT!
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highsalute
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Huntsville, AL
Home is where the Heart is!
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| 07 Aug 2006 5:56 AM |
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Ever see me speechless? Note this day and time! No words to express all that I experienced this weekend with my southern PGR family. Thank you all for welcoming me .... it was such an honor to stand & ride with you all for this very special mission.
God has surely blessed the de Moor family abundantly. It truely was a day of great joy and rejoicing! Thank you for inviting us into your lives & hearts - a special place to be be, indeed. |
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dougswafford
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Posted By highsalute on 08/07/2006 5:56 AM
Ever see me speechless? Note this day and time! No words to express all that I experienced this weekend with my southern PGR family. Thank you all for welcoming me .... it was such an honor to stand & ride with you all for this very special mission.
God has surely blessed the de Moor family abundantly. It truely was a day of great joy and rejoicing! Thank you for inviting us into your lives & hearts - a special place to be be, indeed. I agree 1000%! I am speechless. And whenever I try to come up with words about how I felt Aug 4, 2006 I choke up with tears of pride. I was truly blessed to be a part of that day and to be a member of the PGR. Highsalute, thank-you for sitting with me when I got too hot. Thank-you to the gentleman who brought me the cold towel. This truly is one big family organization.
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"We survive together or not at all."
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Chipster, I just can't think of anything more to say in regard to your performance. You were awesome.
Thank you for all the hard work you did. You had the really tough job on this mission and that was making it all click and you did an outstanding job of wearing many many hats.. No one could have pulled it off better.
Thank you Snap for pushing the PGR boat off into deep water before you knew she'd float! This awesome mission would not have happened if you hadn't 'trusted' us to give it a 150% effort and make it happen. Thank you to all the those who 'did not' step in and over direct the situation. Snap's chosen few were fantastic. Many thanks to Deltoid for coordinating the Peachtree City group. That came off beautifully. One would think you planned it that way! (and that same rain hit our windshield too, although the sky was clear and blue)
Thank you to Todd for always being Todd, if he doesn't know the answer, he'll get it! Thank you to Joe Rocket. All you had to do when you felt like something was going to screw up, was look at Joe's face.. He had that steely look of determination on his face from beginning to end.. Heartfelt, thank you so much for all you gave to be there.. I know what a toll this took on your health.. That heat was unbelievable and I was so worried about you but you stuck it out and got through it. What a trooper!
Thank you to Drew who was like a little general walking around out there with a sage nod and comforting hand on your shoulder when you doubted that you were holding up your part of the mission or the task you were assigned to do.
And a big thanks to Ga. Pointman/Gene for knowing when to give a horse his head and let him run. Chip didn't let you down. Thank you also to Delta airlines and ASA. A boat load of gratitude and thanks to the police escorts from start to finish. You guys were phenomenal. A big thank you to Dinkydau for his Alabama support and being everywhere he was neeeded when he was needed.
I could sit here all day and say thank you to so many, name after name but this post would stretch for pages. There were so many who gave it their best and the results really showed how much effort each person put into this endeavor. All those of you who came from far away to brave the heat of south Georgia in August, hats off to you too. A note of thanks to Wyldheart for running support with ice and water for everyone. That really saved a lot of us from heat stroke and someone said you paid for all that water out of pocket.. Hat's off to you lady and I'd be more than happy to help reimburse you for that cost.
This would not be a complete post if I did not say thank you Vendella for welcoming us into your heart and allowing us to feel the joy and sadness all mixed into one by reuniting your husband and son. I was told from the beginning that this was to be a joyous occassion and no tears were allowed and I did my part on that issue,.....until....I saw that small white casket sitting there with a triangle flag attached to the top of it and you started speaking in English for us and in French for the family and you all gathered around the microphone and sang Au Clair De La Lune in French, to baby Gabriel, a song that his father had sang to him. I made it most of the way through that too before the tears welled up.. I lost when you lost it while speaking to us and your tears fell and you said, 'I said I wasn't going to do this', then I couldn't hold it anymore.. At least I had the luxury of pretending that it was sweat running down my face and slipped away to take photo's of all the men and women who let their hearts guide them that day to do the right thing. I was so proud to be American. The sight was incredible from any direction you looked and from my vantage point after we fell in behind the group from Walmart. The sea of bikes stretched for at least 2 miles ahead of us. Nothing short of amazing. What a sight! It looked like a thousand bikes up there!
Thank you also to my hubby Waterdog/Bill as well who had to ride with me standing up behind him taking photos and constantly yelling 'don't shift yet'! The photos came out awesome and will be posted soon. The more personal photos of the family and casket are for the family only and will not be posted. I was asked by a few people for copies of those but unless I have the families permission, those are respectfully reserved for the de Moors family only. They were taken at Vendella's request.
To anyone and everyone 'thank you all from the bottom of my heart. it was an awe inspiring weekend. I met so many wonderful people who were only names, now they have faces which just endears them more as brothers and sisters united by a common cause.
And one more thing.. Thank you to all the ladies. The wives and girlfriends and lady riders who braved that heat to make this ride or to support your other halves. You were fantastic too.
I'll hush now and please forgive any typo's because it's raining on my keyboard. Must be a leak in the roof.
But I'm getting on the phone right now about those patches.. I can't wait to wear it! It means so much more now than 'just another patch'.
Big hugs
Rainy
To Joseph and Gabriel in your native tongue: "requiescat in pace"
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One of the pitfalls of ego is starting to believe that you are as great as you 'think' you are. When you feel like you already know it all, realize that your head is bigger than you think, and do something about it fast, or your ego will come back to bite you!
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Outstanding
What else can be said, from Snap seeing the right thing to do to the eloquent posts and awesome photos. Makes me feel as if I was there.
To the Demoors family I give my heartfelt thanks for the sacrifices you family has made and hope this will help in the healing process you have to go through.
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There are no more words that can do better than what everyone has said!! This was by far the most outstanding mission I have been on. To everyone from beginning to end--GREAT JOB!!!!!!! You make me so proud to be a small part of the PGR and honored to be American. Thank you all.
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if you can read this, thank a teacher~~~if you can read this in English, form an opinion, and discuss it, Thank a VETERAN!!!!!
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I have many times sat down in the last couple days to try to convey the range of emotions that I have experienced this last weekend. Up until now it has been almost a blur. I hope that I can get through this without tears.... (too late, sniff)
I hate to name names only because I know that someone will be left out, but I feel I have to name some....Please, don't take it personally if yours isn't here, it's not on purpose...
To Chip, Snap, and the Utah crew....You saw a big picture, and with no hesitation, brought it to fruition. Your hearts contain enough goodness and kindness to fill the world with love. I hope that you are giving yourselves a huge pat on the back. There is certainly a special place in Heaven for you all. I am proud to call you my Brothers. It is because of your vision that a Father and Son are finally at peace TOGETHER. How Blessed they are.
To Mike, Slack, and Gene, I truly cannot thank you all enough for allowing me the honor to be a part of the family escort. Being a new mother, this mission was held especially close to my heart. You have allowed me the honor of a lifetime. I will never forget this, never. Thank you.
Slack, You are a man with so much class it's unbelievable. Meeting Col. Nette and his wife was truly a highlight of my life. Something that so few people will ever get to do . I will treasure that memory forever. Thank you for pulling that special mission together.
Drew, I love you and your beautiful wife, Heather to pieces. The GOGG was phenomenal!! Emotionally, the museum and grounds have the strength to rip your guts out. But, after getting back on the bike and riding home, you realize the freedom gained from so many sacrifices made, it is humbling and powerful at the same time. Thank you for thinking of Andersonville. What a day!!
To all of the LEOs, Delta, and so many others, THANK YOU!! Gabriel's journey and ours was made safely because of you. This simply could not have been done without all of you.
To the de Moors family, A HUGE HEARTFELT THANKYOU for allowing the PGR to be a part of YOUR family and for allowing us to be a part of such a special, special mission. I hope that we helped to bring a sense of peace to you and your family. Gabriel and Lt. de Moors can finally be together, the way it should have always been. Thank you for the honor of playing a part in this. I will hold onto this in my head and heart always.
Now, Finally, to all of my PGR Brothers and Sisters, to those I have had the pleasure of meeting once, time and time again, and to those I haven't had the pleasure of meeting ....YET. You are the Heart and Soul of these missions. You give your time, money and graciousness so readily that it is enough to bring one to tears. I am once again honored and humbled to stand beside you all . You all have renewed my faith in mankind time and time again. Some people wander this earth looking for that one thing that makes their life absolutely complete. I have stopped looking, because I've found that here with the PGR. A BIG THANK YOU GOES OUT TO YOU! MISSION COMPLETE.
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What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight,.....Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, others may be jealous...Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow.....Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.....Give the world the best you have anyway.
*IN HONOR OF DELTOID...YOU WILL NEVER KNOW, MY FRIEND....JUST HOW SPECIAL YOU ARE TO ME.....THERE ARE FEW GREATER HONORS ON THIS EARTH THAN TO BE GIVEN THE TRUST OF SOMEONE TO PROTECT THEIR DIGNITY WHEN THEY NO LONGER CAN....SIMPLY, THANK YOU.*
**Riding in special honor of my friend and hero, Ron Johnson... Iraq...23 January 2007...GodSpeed Cat. You are missed.**
**FEW WILL BRAVE DISAPPROVAL OF THEIR FELLOWS, OR CENSOR OF THEIR COLLEAGUES TO STAND FOR WHAT IS RIGHT**
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Georgia's 1st Ride Captain ~ Can't take that away
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What an Honor it was to be part of this mission.
Chip, Todd, Mike, and Drew.... FANTASTIC work, it was such a priviledge to see all the hard work you Gentlemen did come together with such wonderful results. I am truly honored to be able to call each one of you my Brother.
To the Brother's in UTAH, I saw the video clips and News Paper article, awesome way to get things started, Thank You for your hard work and dedication, I know your day started very early.
As for my take on the day, we started very early here as well, having to get accross the state of Georgia, and dreading the Atlanta Traffic, but knowing the reward that awaited on the otherside. We got to meet some wonderful people that we had only worked with on these silly boxes, we call computers. The fact that a very special mission was soon at hand never left my mind.
A word of Thanks to the Mellow Mushroom's staff for helping making our stop there an enjoyable and comfortable one.
As we pulled up to the DeMoors residence, the excitement was building, as things were getting kicked off. LEOs got us safely through town to the interstate from there and it was a straight shot down the road... I did leave (lost) my Ride Captain patch about milemarker 40, anybody see it???? LOL came right out of the arm band... go figure...
As we waited and cooled off at the Airport, I saw so much activity going on, and knew Chip had his hands full, and tried to do what I could to help, but being Chip, he was cool, calm, and had everything under control. Rainy and Bill were scurring around taking pictures, and others were making it inside for a quick blast of A/C and potty breaks.
Time to greet the airplane... When I saw my four brothers bring the casket out of the cargo hold, and how small it was, created that helpless feeling when you get a lump in your throat, a pit in your stomach, and a welling in your eyes. that is when reality set in.
The procession was awesome, and everyone has commented on the lone officer and his tribute, maybe we should see about getting his name, and sending him a Thank You card for his service as well....
I got to meet some of my brothers from Alabama, that I had only heard good things of from GA Pointman, but this trip got to see first hand.
Some special Thank Yous... one, to my wife Valerie for helping me get through the week-end, and making sure I was ok. To the Boss, GA Pointman, for his special touch on things. To my fellow Six-Shooters, awesome, just AWESOME...
To the DeMoors Family, for their faith and strength, setting a true FAMILY example on making a hard situation one for celebration. An inspiration indeed....
Respectfully Submitted...
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While thinking about what I could say that hasn't already been said, and remembering the awesome honor bestowed on Snap and myself by Chip to lead the entire procession from the airport to the National Cemetery, I opened an email from a member of a Christian Motorcycle club that I know, and it contained the following. It is appropriate, and it speaks to each and everyone of us within the PGR that posted condolences and messages of hope, that donated to the de Moors Fund, that flew or rode across country to be there for the reunion, that helped organize and support the effort 'behind the scenes', and who joined us under the sweltering Georgia sun to ensure that Gabriel and his father were honored in their reunion:
Red Marbles
Babs Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas.
I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. Sure look good."
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like to take some home?"
"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got's my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me see it."
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one
like this at home?"
"Not zackley. but almost."
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble."
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, perhaps."
I left the stand smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering.
Several years went by, each more rapid that the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts ... all very professional looking.
They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho "
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shiney red marbles.
Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles....A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio, and your keys right where you left them.
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I still don't know exactly what to say, but here goes.
I have never felt the things that I felt on this glorious weekend. I know that there are alot of names that I should include in this but I will not because this is not about names. The LOVE that the PGR has shown, to the deMoors family, to our American Heros, to my family, is what this mission was about. Mrs deMoors said it at the service, "Love one another". That is all we have when it comes down to it. I saw that America has a chance. The PGR will teach the rest of the country what it means to Love One Another. Selfless, nameless, faceless bikers crying over the casket of a baby they had never known, a family they had never met makes my eyes leak now.
Brothers and Sisters, we done good. I don't care who you are, where you live, what you do, if you need me, CALL! I'll be there!
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"Only our individual faith in freedom can keep us free." Dwight D. Eisenhower
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The LadyTrog and I had to leave to return home very early Saturday morning. My stomach was still twisted into tight knots of emotion from Friday's events. More than anything, I truly didn't want to leave the company of so many whose hearts felt as mine, hearts that ached and yet filled with pride as mine, whose tears flowed as mine and yet shared the strange joy of knowing why.
I had a number of hours to think on all that had happened and, as Carmen drove our truck, I drifted off to sleep. I dreamed of all of you riding with us in cool breezes and blue skies. I dreamed of all the families we've touched during the past year and of how their appreciation of our love and respect for them and their fallen ones have touched us deeply. Touched us in places within our hearts that many of us have had closed off for decades.
When we crossed the Alabama line into Mississippi, our truck once again began to spray diesel fuel in buckets. We ended up on the shoulder of the interstate for more than four hours. 100+ degrees on the asphalt took its toll and I began to break down rapidly. By the time a wrecker showed, Carmen had done all that she could to assist me, but I honestly felt I was losing the fight. Strangely, during the entire event on the roadside, there was never any of the rage or frustration I normally feel and display. A peace that surpassed all my understanding engulfed me. I couldn't put a finger on it until getting home, resting and then reading some of the entries on this thread.
This past few days, I have been surrounded by angels. Carmen, my dearest angel of all, and all of you. Angels on horses with wings of steel. Angels on four wheels. Gruff, wrinkled, bearded and so many more. The Generals, the grunts and all those supporting from the ranks uncounted. Young, old, all too beautiful to describe.
Thank you for giving me far more than I could have ever imagined when I joined the PGR. Thank you.
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`74 to `94 Thunder From The Sun
Riding in memory of:
MSGT Ron "Top-Dawg" Looney, MS PGR
CPL Dustin "DUSTY" Jerome Lee
CWO5 Jamie D. Weeks
CWO Jason G. Defrenn
CWO Keith Yoakum
I Peter 2:15-16 – "For so is the will of God, that with well doing ye may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men: As free, and not using your liberty for a cloak of maliciousness, but as the servants of God."
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| 07 Aug 2006 9:47 PM |
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Florida Perspective.
Breakfast was supposed to be at 7:00 am but I was ten
minutes late. I hate being late, I’m never late. This is the first time that I wasn’t at least 30 minutes early
for a mission staging point. I was
hoping this wasn’t an omen of things to come.
Chaplain Bob and I were on our way quickly and made it to the next
staging area on time. We rode further
north on Hwy 231 and watched dark towering thunderheads start to build up ahead
of us.
Just before we arrived at the next staging point the bottom
fell out. We were within a mile or two
so we rode through the rain. We put on
our rain gear quickly but had to delay leaving for about 20 minutes to allow
the lightning to ease up. I don’t mind
riding in the rain but sitting on a 600 lb lightning rod in a thunderstorm is
stressful.
The three hour ride from Dothan to Georgia was hot but very picturesque. There is a lot of beautiful country that
just can’t be seen from the inside of a cage.
The bank signs with a temperature display built in all hovered in the
upper 90’s.
During the final leg of the ride I only managed to get us
lost once in Columbus when I went the wrong way on I – 185. We arrived at the Wal-Mart with a couple
hours to spare. I called Slowpoke and found out that they were with
Barbaralee Monday, Snap, and a few others at a steak house just south of the
Walmart Staging area. We loaded up and headed for the steakhouse to get
something to drink.
After cooling off and rehydrating we separated and checked
into our different motels, then gathered back up for the ride to the staging
area. We saw the procession from the
airport pass in front of the Walmart and joined up in the back section.
When we pulled into the cemetery there were so many bikes
the caretakers had to ask us to move up and form another line so the rest of
the bikes could get in the front gate.
The ceremony was very well done. I was holding a rather large flag and trying to stay out of the
way on the backside of the crowd that was gathered around the pavilion.. There was an unusual emotion in the
air. Not the normal sorrowful heart
wringing emotion that comes with a funeral service but a feeling that things
that were being put right. There is no
feeling like the feeling of doing the right thing. Balloons were released into the air to signal the end of the
ceremony.
We grabbed Barbaralee and both of the flags from the Patriot
Express flag run and headed back into town.
We were following Woo Woo who, in typical biker fashion, took us on the
scenic route back to the hotel, which means we saw almost all of Columbus at
least once and most parts twice.
We had a great dinner with the DeMoors, Snap, Chip, Bair,
Barbarlee, and a lot of others that I cannot name at the moment. It was a couple of hours that was well
spent. An emotional winding down in an
atmosphere that wasn’t sad or gloomy.
It was a relief that is usually not available on a normal honor
mission..
We met up at the Marriot Courtyard with a few of the PGR
members from around the country. I met
two Riders from Virginia that know one of my friends that attended the Carl
Brashear mission with them. The world
is getting smaller.
Most of the Riders went to bed when security said it was
time to quiet down. Some of us didn’t
want to let go of the day yet and wound up at Applebee’s for a nightcap. When I finally got in bed sleep came quickly
and was the deepest that I have slept in weeks.
Thank you my Georgia and Alabama brothers and sisters for a
very well run mission. It was and is
always my privilege to stand with you and the other Riders from all over the
country on any day on any type of mission.
The sight of two lines of scooters for over a mile is
awesome. I’m always awed by the honor
and respect shown by every member. I
printed a sign from one of my other mission reports. I look at it constantly while writing. It says “ I didn’t make a difference today, but I rode with those
who did.” You all did a wonderful job.
Luv You All
Kool
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