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

van so he could still scream over them. An older biker, he looked about my age, walked to the fence alone.

He leaned on it with both hands. He said seven words to that boy. I’ll remember them until the day I die.

He said, “Son, my boy came home like that.”

The kid on the van went quiet. Just for a second. But I saw it.

I was sixty yards away and I still continue reading …