I went out on my first Patriot Guard Riders mission last night. I stood holding a flag in honor of Sgt. Glenn McDole who passed at the age of 88. Yet, as I stood there holding the pole for hours, my body protesting, I reminded myself over and over that my discomfort was and is nothing in comparison to what this man had endured during his captivity on Palawan Island, nor the many others who have suffered during war. Not only for Sgt. McDole, but I held that flag for my grandfather, John, and my cousins who have also seen war. I held it for all those who are currently serving overseas. For my daughters who joined the military, for my brother and step-sister and for all my uncles and other relatives who joined, served and saw active duty - all to protect their families.
As I held that pole, my heart swelled and I felt gratitude for all those who wear the uniform. Thank you. Thank you very much for your willingness to fight for my freedom when I couldn't join. The least I can do now is stand for you and honor you the best I know how. It is truly MY honor to do so!
Thank you for holding that flag, it means a lot.
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