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Memorial Day 2016
A Soldiers Tribute Bunnie Weaver
On May 30th, 2016, Dan, Dale, Gina and I rode to Prescott to observe the Memorial Day Remembrance Ceremony at the Prescott National Cemetery. We had never been to anything like this, and it left a profound effect on all of us.
As some of you may or may not know, my brother Tom Hawkins died last year, and was laid to rest at this cemetery. As silly as it sounds, I wanted to bring him a new fishing lure, because on his vault headstone it states that he has just “gone fishing”.
After visiting with him, we all headed up to the top of the cemetery for the start of the service. At 11am, Deborah Ryan, who is the administrative officer for the cemetery welcomed everyone to the ceremony, and also welcomed our Harley Owners Group.
Doug Keller, was the master of ceremonies, and is U.S. Air Force Vietnam Veteran.
The American Legion presented the colors. A procession followed and included the Veterans Memorial Pipers Corps, young Marines Color Guard, Marine Corps League Color Guard, Scottish American Military Society, The Arizona Rough Riders, Sons of the American Revolution, Northern Arizona Submarine Group, USSVI Gudgeon Base, and the Patriot Guard Riders.
Next, the American Legion posted the colors, and we recited the Pledge of Allegiance, and sang the National Anthem. Invocation was presented by Bob Hanson who is a U.S. Air force Retired Veteran, who served in both Korea and Vietnam, and is now a Chaplain.
A wreath presentation was next and was done by 16 different groups. All the wreaths were aligned on each side of the Unknown Soldier memorial.
A moment of silence followed, and then 12 white doves were released into the air. They flew so majestically, I was reminded of how war birds fly in formation, and how much my brother would have liked to have seen that.
One of the most memorable moments came when Mary Mallory got up and spoke. She is a Prescott Valley council woman, and whose father was a WW11 prisoner of war. Her father survived his imprisonment, but knew nothing of this until her parents had passed, and she was going through some old papers, and found her father’s journal. After the April 9th, 1942 surrender of the Philippine Islands to the Japanese, 75,000 Filipino and American troops had to endure an arduous 65 mile march to their P.O.W. camp. This was later known as the Bataan Death March. In his 3 year and 3 month stay, Mary’s father wrote daily in his journal, explaining in detail the horrific conditions in which they had to endure. The soup and rice balls they ate every day, and the night raid bombings, not knowing if they would be alive the next day. Needless to say, not a dry eye was to be had their including hers. After she was done, she received a much deserved standing ovation.
A rifle salute, Echo taps, and a closing prayer followed. Everyone held hands as we all sang God Bless America.
Knowing there is no way we can ever repay those who paid the ultimate price for our freedom, I hope somehow they know how much we appreciate and love each and every one of them for their service to our country.
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From Bunnie Weaver
I SAW YOU HUG YOUR PURSE CLOSER TO YOU IN THE GROCERY STORE LINE, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME PUT AN EXTRA $10.00 IN THE COLLECTION BUCKET OUTSIDE THE STORE AS I WALKED IN.
I SAW YOU PULL YOUR CHILD CLOSER WHEN WE PASSED EACH OTHER ON THE SIDEWALK, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME PLAY SANTA AT THE YOUTH CENTER.
I SAW YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND ABOUT GOING INTO THE RESTAURANT, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME ATTENDING A MEETING TO RAISE MONEY FOR THE WOUNDED WARRIOR PROJECT.
I SAW YOU ROLL UP YOUR WINDOWS AND SHAKE YOUR HEAD WHEN I RODE BY, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME WHEN YOU FLICKED YOUR CIGARETTE BUTT OUT THE CAR WINDOW.
I SAW YOU FROWN AT ME WHEN I SMILED AT YOUR CHILDREN, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME TAKE TIME OFF OF WORK TO RUN TOYS TO THE HOMELESS.
I SAW YOU STARE AT MY LONG HAIR, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE MY BUDDIES AND I CUT OFF 10” FOR THE LOCKS OF LOVE.
I SAW YOU ROLL YOUR EYES AT OUR LEATHER JACKETS AND GLOVES, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE MY BROTHERS AND I DONATE TO THOSE WHO HAD NONE.
I SAW YOU LOOK IN FRIGHT AT MY TATOOS, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEEME CRY WHEN MY CHILDREN WERE BORN, AND HAVE THEIR NAMES TATTOOED OVER AND IN MY HEART.
I SAW YOU YELLING AT YOUR KIDS IN THE CAR, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME PAT MY CHILD’S HANDS KNOWING HE WAS SAFE BEHIND ME.
I SAW YOU READING A MAP AS YOU DROVE DOWN THE ROAD, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME SQUEEZE MY WIFE’S LEG WHEN SHE TOLD ME TO TAKE THE NEXT TURN.
I SAW YOU RACE DOWN THE ROAD IN THE RAIN, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME GET SOAKED TO THE SKIN, SO MY SON COULD USE THE CAR TO GO ON HIS DATE.
I SAW YOU CHANGE LANES WHILE RUSHING OFF TO GO SOMEWHERE, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME GOING HOME TO BE WITH MY FAMILY.
I SAW YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT HOW LOUD AND NOISY OUR BIKES ARE, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME WHEN YOU WERE CHANGING THE CD AND DRIFTED INTO MY LANE.
I SAW YOU RUN THE YELLOW LIGHT JUST TO SAVE A FEW MINUTES OF TIME, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME TRYING TO TURN RIGHT.
I SAW YOU CUT ME OFF BECAUSE YOU NEEDED TO BE IN THE LANE I WAS IN, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME LEAVE THE ROAD.
I SAW YOU WAITING IMPATIENTLY FOR MY FRIENDS TO PASS, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME BECAUSE I WASN’T THERE.
I SAW YOU GO HOME TO YOUR FAMILY, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME BECAUSE I DIED THAT DAY YOU CUT ME OFF.
I WAS JUST A BIKER, A PERSON WITH FRIENDS AND FAMILY, BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE ME.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
EVEN IF YOU DON’T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE, AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE YOU SEE US.