Well since Jerry already hijacked this thread,
I guess it's alright to add my little story.
Last weekend I was up in Crystal River visiting my parents with my brother
who flew down from Michigan for the weekend.
We were traveling south on a four lane divided highway
when we saw a large police escorted procession of motorcycles going north,
after the bikes passed there was a long line of cars with their headlights on,
we assumed it was a funeral,
then we saw the National Guard lined up on the side of the road,
I got a "lump" in my throat, my brother ( a Passenger in my truck) took of his hat as we passed by.
He understands, and frankly I'm proud of him for it.
When I picked up the paper the next morning,
I learned it was a soldiers welcome home ride,
unfortunately he came home a paraplegic.