Warrior Brotherhood VMC Inc - Washington

Brotherhood and the Biker

                          

 

We don't believe that you can explain in words, what Brotherhood means to the Veteran Biker......If you feel it, you will know. It doesn't come when you buy a motorcycle, it's not part of the warranty nor the leathers you wear. It does not come when your break-in mileage comes around, or when you attend your first motorcycle function.

 

 It does come with RESPECT, HONOR, and DEVOTION to those who would stand by your side in good times & bad. It comes when your Brothers accept that you are deserving of RESPECT, TRUST, and FAITHFUL to the those who have RISKED THEIR LIFE in defense of their country. If it never comes, then the BROTHERHOOD is not for you.....If it does, be GRATEFUL AND VERY PROUD.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is a Veteran

He is the parade-riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, palsied now and aggravatingly slow, who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being. A person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You. That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".

 

 

 

 

***We recently learned that our current Military Servicemen and women prefer you walk up to them without saying a word, hold your hand over your heart and then hold it out toward them with your palm up. By doing so, you are Thanking them from the bottom of your heart. Give it a try, we have, and their smiles will warm your heart.***

 

Click on the link to watch the video on the The Gratitude Campaign: http://www.youtube.com/gratitudecampaign

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 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, playing Santa at the local mall. 

I saw you; change your mind about going into the restaurant.

But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. 

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.

But, you didn't see me, riding behind d you 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, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless. 

I saw you, stare at my long hair.

But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love. 

I saw you; roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.

But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.  

I saw you; look in fright at my tattoos.

But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart. 

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 can be.

But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane. 

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 the newspaper or 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 have the car to go on his date.  

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. 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 a family.

But, you didn’t see me.

 

I hope and pray that people will come to understand the biker community.

I hope you never lose someone that rides.

 

EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE