“He’s One of Ours.”
My name’s Jack Morrison, and I’ve been president of the Iron Brotherhood for 15 years. We’ve done charity rides for cancer patients, fundraisers for abused kids, and even funeral escorts for fallen officers. But this one… this one hit me right in the gut.
When the director told me, “He has no one,” I didn’t even hesitate.
“He’s a veteran,” I said. “He’s one of ours. We’ll be there.”
That night, I sent out a message across every biker group I knew:
“Vietnam vet. No family. Funeral this Friday. Let’s show up and make sure he’s not forgotten.”
I didn’t know what to expect. But what happened next… I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
