Kcmarine
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Well the wall came to my area, so had to go. Place was full with so many MC clubs from all over and so far. Was a hot day, sitting under a tree looking out onto the wall I found a salty old biker, dressed all in leathers, full vest of patches kneeling in front of this great wall as tears run down his face, as I keep looking I started to feel his pain for I also lost brothers in arms, only those who picked up arms can truly feel how much pain and unforgiving moments that war brings. As a set there and look out some of his MC brothers walk to him and comfort him, making me think of when they came home from war and our own people from this nation treated them like out cast, and all they had was each other. As tears run down my face.
