So i have been ran off my feet since last week Thursday and im ready for a day in bed which probably wont happen till the weekend. I had a day off training in Nashville and yesterday was my first day at work :-) I loved it!!! It was so much fun. I hope it stays that way hehe. Aside from that i have been babysitting a lot and we were preparing for our day in Nashville with the Patriot Guard Riders against The WBC...i feel sick typing their name or putting it in my mouth so ill just call them Morons (Sorry if anyone is offended i've just never felt so much
After i heard about the morons coming to Nashville to protest at Sgt. Kevin Baldufs funeral i felt so much rage that i really wanted to be there to support Marine Baldufs family. Who in their right mind would protest at someones funeral? These people are just sick and twisted.
So Monday at 0730 we met a couple of the Patriot Guard Riders at Walmart to convoy down to Nashville. We invited some friends to join us. We were in 2 lifted trucks with big American Flags hanging out the back. I can't really explain how i felt. It was a sick, angry, happy, nervous feeling that i had inside. Originally only 200 people were expected to be there but because so many people had said on FB they were coming, Nashville let people use the fairgrounds to park their vehicles and there were ambulances and stage coaches shuttling people back and forth to the church.We arrived there just after 0830. As we were with the PGR we got park at the church where all the PGRs were meeting up. There were already some people there but not to many. We all gathered together, said some prayers and then everyone picked up an American flag and started to build a wall around the church. It was so hot outside and my feet were burning from the sun but it felt great standing there knowing what it was for. More and more people started turning up..a group of 5 bikes, a group of 30 bikes, a group of 50 bikes...as time went by the crowed got bigger and bigger. I started feeling a bit overwhelmed, specially when the family was escorted into the church parking lot. A million things were going through my head. One question i was asking myself the whole time "Are these Morons really going to show up?" The more people i saw turn up the more i grinned because i knew there was no way these morons had a chance gaining anything from this. I mean their church (not that you can call it that...it is more of an inbred nutfarm) only has 77 members! There were people handing out cold bottles of water to everyone and making sure everyone was ok. Someone had donated a huge RV for the older veterans so they didn't have to stay in the heat. The atmosphere was just amazing. As time went by i started asking myself how many people were there...there were just too many to count. The people driving by in their vehicles were beeping their horns and sticking their thumbs up and shouting out their windows. The only toilets that were available were the ones in the church. I didn't really want to go inside but i had drank so much water because i was stood out in the sun for so many hours i really needed to go. I was nervous going into the church. Should i say something if i see family members? Shall i just walk by? It felt really awkward and i felt a little sad. When i came out the toilet i noticed the glass door ahead of me...My heart sank...There he was, Sgt Kevin Balduf in his casket with a flag draped over it =( Sgt Balduf left a wife and 2 kids behind. Again i asked myself what goes through these morons heads that they really want to protest at this funeral. This was a Soldier who gave his life so they can live free. They sure as hell don't deserve the freedom this Soldier was fighting for. How can people be so heartless?
I went back outside and noticed 3 Army soldiers stood on the hill in uniforms holding American flags with pride. It was a beautiful site looking around seeing hundreds of people turn up. As we were all gathered around the church Sgt Balduf's family came around and shook every single persons hand and thanked them for coming. It choked me..i felt like crying but i did my best not to. I watched Sgt Balduf's wife as she walked around and said thank you. She seemed so brave. You could tell she was torn apart but i think it made her feel a little better to see all the support. At around 1200 we decided to leave to get some food as our friend wasn't feeling to good. After we had some food i suggested we take a ride to the Islamic Center where the morons had said they would be to protest before the funeral. Sure enough we saw them a few hundred feet down the road but we couldn't tell how many there were. The plan was to drive by as slow as possible with the music turned up so loud that no one could here them chanting their stupid songs and rev the engines on the trucks. As we started driving up all the anti protesters started clapping and whistling. As we drove by i wanted to jump out of the truck and give them a piece of my mind but i just smiled and waved my flag. These morons are a bunch of lawyers who fund their sick activity's by filing law suits against people who get violent towards them. We drove past them twice and the second time round i noticed a bunch of gays dressed up holding signs..it did make me laugh. One guy held a sign saying "God hates fags? Why am i so cute?" most of them looked like students. On our way back to the church i checked on FB to see the updates about the anti protesters..I was shocked...2000 people had turned up, including 900 bikers plus the 300 that were just rolling up. WOW! And news was..there were 3000 more bikers on their way from East Tennessee. I couldn't tell how many morons were there but i know there were no way near as many as the anti protesters. We made our way back to church and saw the morons had got to the church. They were surrounded by 100 or so police..The bikers and all the other people on the opposite side of the road were shouting USA, USA and Go Home. The bikes were soooo loud that while i was filming my sound stopped working. The atmosphere was tense, you could see the anger on peoples faces but luckily everyone stayed calm. As we went to park our friends power steering went out so we hat to go and stop at O'rileys. I was a little bummed because i wanted to get out and carry on supporting because thats what we went there for. By the time we got back the morons had already left but we still parked the trucks and got out. The story was someone had slashed the morons SUV tires so they had to hire a car and a driver to get to the church. They lasted a whole 7mins at the church before they asked to be escorted away. Guess they didn't realize what was going to hit them. Oh i forgot, 3!!!! 3 morons turned up to Nashville to protest! 2 old ladies and a teenage boy. WBC seriously sent 3 people to protest and didn't even have the balls to send any men..guess they were scared of the bikers. Also supposedly the driver they hired didn't know who they were till he drove them to the church and saw the cops around them and when he had asked an officer what was going on, the officer told him who they were and he turned around and said "Fuck this im out of here" and he left! At around 1500 everyone started to pack up as Sgt Baldufs family had requested some alone time at the church. Words cannot describe how i felt on this day. Even just writing this i don't think anyone will understand. You really had to be there.
Here are some pictures that i took and others took and also a video when we were driving by:
The video i did, sorry about the volume like i said my phone cut out because it was so loud. At about 1 min you start hearing bikes as we drive up closer to the morons and the anti protesters. The morons are on the left and the anti protesters on the right.
