Bringing a Brother Home

Today, 08/14/07, the body of Sgt. Nick Gummersall was returned to Pocatello for burial. Sgt. Gummersall was killed in action in Iraq. He was twenty- three years old. Over one hundred bikes rode escort for the Sgt. and his family from the airport through town to the funeral home. People lined the roads and streets, holding flags, signs, and hands on hearts as we passed. It was an emotional and moving experience. As the body was removed from the plane by the honor guard, a fledgling Bald Eagle cried and flew nearby.

Bringing a Brother Home

We brought a brother home today
We rode with him along the way
When he arrived an Eagle cried
We brought a brother home today.

He was every father’s shining son.
He was every mother’s precious one.
He served us well but then he fell
We brought a brother home today.

He left his home and answered the call
While many give some, he gave all.
No more from home will this lad roam
We brought a soldier home today.

Bill “uglicoyote” Davis

USN 1967-1971


Escorting the Wall

Yesterday (7/25) we brought the Viet Nam Memorial Moving Wall into town for a four day stay. The Moving Wall is a replica of the real Memorial in Washington, D.C., although smaller. All 58,195 names are there. It will remain on display through Sunday during our POW*MIA Rally and Bike Rodeo. It was while I was riding as part of the 125 bike escort to The Wall that this poem came to me.

Escorting the Wall

We escorted The Moving Wall today
Rode beside it into our town
The names all there reminding us
Of brothers and Sisters who went down

We escorted The Moving Wall today
But it isn’t with The Wall that we ride
We ride with those fifty-eight thousand,
One ninety-five brothers and sisters who died.

They went off to Viet Nam to serve
Their country and you and me
They served us well, but then they fell
Their homes never again to see

The Wall is a moving symbol
But we don’t ride with The Wall
Its all those people whose names are there
We’re riding with those who gave all.

So visit the wall and bow your heads
Remember them with pride,
Then raise them a glass and keep riding on
With the spirits of those who died.

Bill “uglicoyote” Davis

Bikerpoet, Viet Nam Veteran, USN 1967-71