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A dozen motor officers led the procession of motorcycles,
looking very sharp in their dress uniforms as well as the skillful manner in
which they operated their machines. Immediately behind the police were 83 Michigan
Patriot Guard riders – mostly on Harleys – with a mix of other machines filling
out the half-mile long motorcade. The parade of motorcycles, followed by family
members in funeral home vehicles, had begun minutes earlier at the gates
of Flint ’s Bishop Airport . It was there that the body of Sgt. Joseph
Lilly, killed in action in Afghanistan
just days earlier, arrived on a chartered flight. Sgt. Lilly’s family requested
that the Michigan
branch of the Patriot Guard Riders serve as an honor guard for his arrival at
the airport and later at the funeral home. They also invited the Guard to be
part of a procession of motorcycles from the airport to the funeral home; a visually
and emotionally powerful sight. Every facet of the mission was based on support
and respect for Sgt. Lilly and his family.
As with all military funeral and welcoming home events in which the Guard participates, the average age of participants in the solemn event on that hot June day at
A new attitude of the Guard has evolved with influence from
the many Vietnam Era veterans who are members. This underlying principle is
that no veteran today, especially those killed in action, will be the victim of
the kind of apathy or outright antipathy that Vietnam veterans endured forty
years earlier. “Never Again” is the motto
of these older vets, and by the thousands they have stood for hours in burning
sun or freezing cold in flag lines at funeral homes, churches and
cemeteries.
Anyone can become a member of the Patriot Guard Riders.
Being a motorcyclist, or a veteran, is not a requirement. All one needs is a desire to honor those who
serve our country. As a Vietnam veteran
I am immensely proud of this noble undertaking that my brothers from another
time and war have undertaken. As a motorcyclist I am also filled with pride every
time I see riders contributing their time and energy to this splendid mission. There is something profoundly powerful about
a funeral procession in which motorcycles are a key component. Cars stop along the road and people on
sidewalks stop to stare, filled with a solemn awe at the sight, while the
procession slowly passes.