Ride America

Ride America
The men and women that have worn the uniform of this great nation.  Have fought in the name of America.  Only to find when they return; another battle awaits them.  After facing death in combat; they must now come home and fight again.  For their families; and the right to support them.  Veterans come home to find no job waiting for them; just the debt of serving their county.  Still this be seen every day, families destroyed not by gunfire but by the lack of money. Hopeless, no the fight continues; I know this all to well, that is why Ride America must succeed.  It is said that the Veterans have lost their taste for fight.  Yet this is one Veteran that has and will not quit, ever; Ride America...

It has been said that I have to much experience for this job.  I have heard every reason that exists and still unemployed.  Yet I have not lost hope; for a challenge has been made.  And accept I shall, for this be something; or so I have been told, again  "you are to old, and out of shape"; and indeed in this my experience is somewhat lacking, as I have not been on a bicycle in 40 years. So Ride America I shall.  I have no trainer, trip planner, or anyone to locate sponsors.  Some will say I have lost my mind and indeed they have done so already.  Yet never tell a Marine or any Veteran  what he or she can't do.  

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The Whisper Comes

In the dead of night the anger, fear,and rage bursts forth; never really knowing why these are brought to me.  Yet inside my soul lay the answer buried; as are those that bring their anger.  Be this then the reason that they come.  Or be it that their words I can not hear.  Still in that secret place, they find me.  Yet out of the sleep of the dead I find no fear, nor any answers; yet I feel theirs. What is this feeling that I must join them; yet they turn away in the darkness; as the whisper comes.  

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