I’m not sure why I was attracted to the Patriot Guard, maybe it was the visuals, their newsworthyness or something else….. Normally, I don’t personally get turned on by this form of patriotism. I love America as much as the next guy, but flag worshiping motor cycle riders really aren’t my demographic. They don’t live along side me and the other guppies.
However… there is a very personally connection. In 1985, right before my 8th birthday, my father died due to exposure to agent orange, a pesticide he came in contact with while fighting in Vietnam. Many of the men below reminded me of my father, a man I barely knew, because they too had been to Vietnam and were almost all working class, just like my father, only they lived to see their children become men and women.
I don’t know how many soldiers’ funerals I have been to, but each time there are young boys sitting in the front row, it hits a little closer to home. I know now they don’t understand their loss, but in time they will come to understand what I understand as they have now joined an all too large fraternity of fatherless children.