Yesterday I joined my husband for a 10 mile bike ride. He has been going weekly, riding a recumbent arm bike and has done 35 miles in a day before. I was pretty smoked after 10, but it was a good time.
Near the end, we left post through a gate I'm very familiar with. The road cuts through a veterans' cemetery with countless proud, white headstones. Funerals are held almost daily. While we were riding by, I looked over and saw a small procession of vehicles in the graveyard and a family gathered under a shelter. You can generally tell the age of the deceased by the size of the procession. This was probably an elderly person who served in one of our prior conflicts.
Once again I was reminded of how glad I was to be outside that black fence and not standing on the inside.
Rest in peace, nameless veteran, and thank you for your service to our nation.
3 Whoops from the Posse:
Yes, and thanks to you and SB for your service to our nation and those we support overseas. We are in your debt, and we know it.
Respect. And I'm so glad you and Ollie were able to ride together.
Yes.
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