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There were 31 military special operators on the Chinook helicopter  flight call sign “Extortion 17” when it was shot down. One of the  members of the SEAL team who was killed on that flight was from  Stamford, Special Warfare Operator Chief (SEAL) Brian R. Bill. > > > > On Saturday October 6, 2019, the “Navy SEAL Brian R  Bill Legacy Ride” will honor and remember this Stamford native. Brian  was killed during combat operations in Afghanistan on August 6, 2011  when the helicopter he was flying in was shot down, killing all 31  special operators onboard. > > > > The 39 mile ride will be lead by the Stamford Police  Motorcycle unit as it leaves Cove Island at 11:00AM and end at Trinity  Catholic High School (TCHS) on Newfield Ave. The ride is $35 per rider  and $25 for passengers, lunch included. Lunch only tickets also  available. All proceeds benefit a scholarship in his name at TCHS, his  Alma Mater. > > > > Those interested in participating in this event can  register at using

search words “Navy Seal Brian Bill Legacy Ride” or by emailing Pat Parry at

Navy SEAL Brian Bill Legacy Ride 2019

Brian Bill Legacy Ride 2019


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.

October 6, 2019 RIDE WITH HEROS!


Show your patriotism! 

Ride for Pride


America is something to be proud of, we salute our veterans who keep us safe.

Ride for Honor


We honor our military who are both home safe and those under fire throughout the world.

Ride for Respect


Show respect for our veterans just by riding or just by waving from the sidewalk.

Ride for Fun


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.

A Soldiers Silent Night

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! 

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