As I sit here on the porch of our home in northern Idaho, I look at the gravel road that lies below us. In doing so I wonder how many people have traveled that road over the years. Families, children on bikes, farmers pulling hay wagons, horses and pickups. The roads across the country call us. They tell stories, they lead us. They are the connective tissue that joins our homes and towns. They are the lifeline to us all.
It is time to run the roads of America again. There is one job that is left to finish. One stretch of this country that is 2100 miles long, one stretch that will bear 2100 flags of 2100 of our heroes and 2100 salutes to those whose lives enriched so many around them. This run isn’t about sorrow or pain. It isn’t about right and wrong or political views. It is about giving back. It is about remembering.
I was given the gift of freedom. The gift to travel many roads. Ones that took me all over the country and allowed me to live in many beautiful places and share it with many wonderful friends. Roads that brought me here on a Sunday morning to absorb the beauty of blue skies and a still peace. So I choose to give a gift back to those 2100 from Afghanistan. A gift of thanks. When this wall of flags is done it will represent over 6500 lives who gave us all a gift of service. It will be a road that connects their memory to us and knowing that there is a place each mile that they stand over is a comforting thought..