We staged at Laurel Oaks Funeral Home at 8:00 am.  After a short riders brief we prepared for the procession to DFW National Cemetery.  At this time I met with the wife Vicky and presented the placque. The wind and traffic was of some concern in the procession but we arrived safe and sound.  SSG. Pearce had written a poem and Vicky wanted me to share with the riders.
   
Out of the night came the flash of gunfire,
Into his heart the first round went,
            There was no pain.
Never feeling nor seeing was merciful,
His body was carried by his fellows 
to the waiting chopper.
In honor we bowed our heads,
But strangely no tear was shed,
In our minds the thought ran,
Our fallen comrade had
made his last stand.