Joelle Clista
@Patriotsandthelike
05 October, 05:34
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20 bikers refused to leave a dying veteran's hospital room even when security threatened to arrest them all.
Old Jim had been dying alone for three weeks, no visitors, no family, just a forgotten Marine in a VA hospital bed, counting his last breaths.
But when a young nurse posted on Facebook that this 89-year-old veteran who'd fought at Iwo Jima was going to die without a single person holding his hand, something extraordinary happened that had the entire hospital staff in tears.
The bikers came from five different states, some riding through the night, others taking time off work they couldn't afford to lose, all because of a promise they'd made to never let a veteran die alone.
"Sir, visiting hours are over," the security guard said for the third time, his hand resting on his radio. "I'm going to have to call the police if you don't leave."
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20 bikers refused to leave a dying veteran's hospital room even when security threatened to arrest them all.
Old Jim had been dying alone for three weeks, no visitors, no family, just a forgotten Marine in a VA hospital bed, counting his last breaths.
But when a young nurse posted on Facebook that this 89-year-old veteran who'd fought at Iwo Jima was going to die without a single person holding his hand, something extraordinary happened that had the entire hospital staff in tears.
The bikers came from five different states, some riding through the night, others taking time off work they couldn't afford to lose, all because of a promise they'd made to never let a veteran die alone.
"Sir, visiting hours are over," the security guard said for the third time, his hand resting on his radio. "I'm going to have to call the police if you don't leave."
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They didn't just leave after that. They pooled their money and arranged for Jim’s funeral. They learned he had no savings, no plot, nothing. So they gave him a hero's send-off. A procession of over a hundred motorcycles escorted the hearse to the local veterans' cemetery, their engines a thunderous, final salute.
A month later, Nurse Katie was walking past room 314. She stopped. The door was open, and inside, another elderly veteran lay in the dim light. And sitting in the chair beside him, holding his hand, was a man in a leather vest with a 'Veterans Motorcycle Alliance' patch on the back.
A month later, Nurse Katie was walking past room 314. She stopped. The door was open, and inside, another elderly veteran lay in the dim light. And sitting in the chair beside him, holding his hand, was a man in a leather vest with a 'Veterans Motorcycle Alliance' patch on the back.
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