The NVAR touched the hearts of thousands of veterans across America, and they touched ours. We found, and recognized, vets from the War on Terror. We shared memorial and patriotic events with hundreds of school kids. In between those pleasures our days ran together with short nights, eat, ride, gas up, ride, eat, ride, gas up, eat, social time, short night > Weather was great and all arrived safely in Washington D.C. for Rolling Thunder.
It was great to meet many people at my presentation of Harley Tracks on Thunder Alley. I talked myself hoarse sharing stories and signed books for many, too. Contrary to a common assumption is that I’m not a combat veteran, and my journey across Vietnam was unexpected, as was the unplanned 6,000 hours to write about it. But I enjoyed every mile and hour. One guy, Doyle, stopped by the second day to say he looked forward to the second chapter.
Monday I packed, and enjoyed a stroll through the Museum of Art before a great seat for the National Memorial Day Parade. Me and Hack are on our track back to Mpls., where I’ve got a presentation at the St. Paul HD store on Saturday.
Memorial Day is not over. Each day our veterans and their families make the sacrifice.