Today is the day of our annual Ride to the wall, the wall is situated at Alrewas, Staffordshire, England and is similar to the American Rolling Thunder Ride.
This will be my 4th ride to the wall and I look forward to honouring our brothers and sisters who gave so much for our country and for the world.
I will have a passenger again this year, my brother will be riding with me again, his presence is particularly poignant because he is the father of my nephew Royal Marine Paul Warren who was killed in Afghanistan on 21 June 2010 whilst serving with Charlie Company 40 Commando.
I will post some pics when I return later today.
After my last ride in 2016 whilst sat at home I felt the need to put the ride into words, emotions were running high and this is the product of that. It was a wet day last year and I was writing this whilst still drying out. Hope you like it. (Im not a poet though so dont e too hard on me
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Sacred land and stone is where we roam
Leather clad pilgrims soaked to the bone
Laugh and cry we are not ashamed
To pay respect to all those named
Every year engines roar and spirits shine
When we visit their sacred shrine
We will not forget sacrifices made
Pride and passion we will not evade.
For they are ours and we are theirs
Riding single or in pairs
we will hold them dear throughout the year
Our ride to Alrewas will bring a tear.
Along the way and on the overpasses
Stand men children and lasses
With flags and cheers they support our ride
While we thunder on with pride.
So lets rejoice those names on the wall
And clean the chariots for next years haul
I for one will ride , or crawl
To be with you again, one and all
Ride safe everybody !
Looking forward to seeing you and the missus there
@28th61st