The ride starts at Cove island in Stamford, CT on September 30, 2018 at precisely 12:00 noon, goes to Pound Ridge Park and returns to Cove Island.
The ride is 31 miles round trip.
One mile for each special operator killed on Extortion 17 on August 6, 2011 in Afghanistan.
America is something to be proud of, we salute our veterans who keep us safe.
We honor our military who are both home safe and those under fire throughout the world.
Show respect for our veterans just by riding.
We want everyone to have a fun, safe ride. We have special guest speakers at the end of the ride and refreshments will be served.
Starting at Veterans Memorial Park at 11:00 AM, registration is at 10:30 AM, the general public is invited to walk or run the 2 mile route around downtown Stamford and returning to the starting point for refreshments and speakers. Carry the Load is an organization known for running great events and we are all looking forward to this. Please bring an American flag. We can supply small USA flags for free. http://www.carrytheload.org/site/PageServer?pagename=home
Held in Stamford every year this event offers a chance to honor those men and women who gave their lives serving their country. The event will be held on Bedford Street.LZ4Vets will be marching. Please come out and show your support.
TO BE ANNOUNCED We will be hosting a full day of music and fun. Our mission is always to support veterans and their families and to create the opportunity for others to do so as well. Doug Wahlberg http://dougwahlbergband.com/ is running the live professional rock and roll show and this is LZ4Vets first venture into the music business. We hope to attract veterans, their families and the general public with this incredible event. You do not want to miss this one!
Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one bedroom house made of plaster & stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give And to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about a strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind A sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, so dark and dreary, I knew I had found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
I heard stories about them, I had to see more So I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping silent alone, Curled up on the floor in his one bedroom home.
His face so gentle, his room in such disorder, Not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I’d just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean shaven, his weathered face tan, I soon understood this was more than a man. For I realized the families that I saw that night Owed their lives to these men who were willing to fight.
Soon ‘round the world, the children would play, And grownups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, Because of soldiers like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone On a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, “Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more, my life is my God, my country, my Corps.”
With that he rolled over and drifted off into sleep, I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep. I watched him for hours, so silent and still, I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, And I covered this Soldier from his toes to his head. And I put on his T-shirt of gray and black, With an eagle and an Army patch embroidered on back.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, And for a shining moment, I was United States Army deep inside. I didn’t want to leave him on that cold dark night, This guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, whispered with a voice so clean and pure, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all is secure.” One look at my watch, and I knew he was right, Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night!
The mission of LZ 4 Vets is to connect our veterans and military personnel, with each other and their community, to provide support and healing.
Your involvement can change lives for the better.