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Wounded Warrior Soldier Ride - Lake Havasu City Honors our Freedom Fighters

 

During the week of Sept 23, 2008, hundreds of Lake Havasu City citizens and patriots came out to welcome the arrival of the First Annual Wounded Warrior Soldier Ride through our city.  The following are some emails which were sent about the event (SCROLL DOWN).  Videos and many more photos will soon be available on the www.havasufreedombridge.com website. 

 

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Sept 24, 2008

TEARS IN MY SOUL

 

I glanced at the sunset as it brought darkness. The sun hid behind the lake and entered the mountains' shadows. I waited patiently for the bus to arrive carrying the Wounded Warriors. As the bus entered the parking lot I felt my heart beat faster. In the darkness I saw shadows of movement that grasp my soul. Boys who became men and fate had brought us together. I was there to honor the brave men who made the sacrifices for my freedom, escorting them to their destination. I stood proudly waving my flag and shouting, "welcome home soldier and thank you for your service."

 

The day ended, my heart glad my soul fulfilled with a portion of my mission accomplished. I still needed to hold my brothers and thanks them personally. 

 

A new day, a new memory, I went to the welcome home for our Wounded Warriors. I prayed for them. At the end of the ceremony I gathered my strength and walked toward my brothers. I began thanking them for their service. Without limbs, yet hearts full of compassion, they acknowledge my presence. I went to one soldier, extended my hand, and before I could open my mouth he spoke. "I don't want your hand, give me a hug." I turned to another soldier who stood on legs of metal, I said, Thank you…and again I was interrupted, "No, you're my hero," was spoken, my eyes filled with tears. How could I be this soldier's hero when he had given so much for my freedom? He continued to honor me by saying, "Welcome Home, you never got a true welcome home. Our country closed its doors on you and all Vietnam Veterans. You are the heroes; we have gotten our welcome home—you haven't. With that he hugged me and said "Thank you for your service."

 

I felt my face flushed, my eyes filled with tears, and my heart full of emotions that he understood me. He saw my deep inner hurt, my fears, and my solitude and opened his heart for me. He brought back the memory of my coming home to protesters who threw rotten tomatoes and raw eggs at me. My welcome home was abusive. My country's educated elite from Berkley University stood over me and broke my spirit. I hid in my solitude and loneliness, covered my face . . . until today.

 

Today a soldier saw me as his hero and gave me back my pride. Thank you Wounded Warriors, thank you for your compassion. I was there to help you heal; but you gave me the healing, and I thank you. May God bless you and heal your wounds, for your heart and soul are comforting. You have given me the perfumes of gardens once again. You have placed the colors of a rainbow in perfect order; you have entered into my tattered heart and brought forth the true spirit of being an American. Thank you. And thank you for your service; you will never be forgotten.

 

May God keep each of our Wounded Warriors ever so close to His loving heart

 

Sisto Sandoval

Vietnam Veteran (1968-69) TET Survivor

Secretary/Chaplain VVA 975