50 Bikers Blocked a Funeral After Protesters Screamed at a Dead Soldier’s Mother

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I took the flag. Earl had to help me hold it. It was heavier than I expected. Nobody ever tells you that.

I looked past the soldier and I looked at the old biker at the fence. He gave me a small nod. Just one. Like he was telling me, you’re doing good. You’re doing it right. Keep going.

I kept going because of that nod.

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