So, the Wounded Warrior Project. or http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org
Here is a quote on the stats of these brave people this organization is helping.
With advancements in battlefield medicine and body armor, an unprecedented percentage of service members are surviving severe wounds or injuries. For every US soldier killed in World Wars I and II, there were 1.7 soldiers wounded. In Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Enduring Freedom, for every US soldier killed, seven are wounded. Combined, over 48,000 servicemen and women have been physically injured in the recent military conflicts.
In addition to the physical wounds, it is estimated as many as 400,000 service members live with the invisible wounds of war including combat-related stress, major depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder. Another 320,000 are believed to have experienced a traumatic brain injury while on deployment.
As a member of the Advanced Guard we make a small monthly donation, each of us, we have done a couple of fund raisers (as part of a team) and we have purchased (5) of the WWP Backpacks, which is special unto itself.
Here is something about what the backpack is:
WWP backpacks are filled with essential care and comfort items such as clothing, toiletries, playing cards, and more - all designed to make a hospital stay more comfortable. Wounded service members receive backpacks as they arrive at military trauma units across the United States.
And here is what a wounded combat veteran had to say about receiving one of these backpacks in the hospital when he showed up with nothing.
"At that moment, there probably wasn't a more significant gift [WWP backpack] that I've ever received. And with the gift came a promise…that if there was anything I ever needed, they were there for me. It was just really nice to know there was somebody in your corner."
Here is where you could purchase one if you wanted to make a donation. Totally tax deductible.
Last summer we did an event for WWP as volunteers, our first. It was called a "Soldier Ride" and it was like an 8K for both regular civilians, but also a huge number of combat wounded who had come to WWP in one way or the other.
We started by directing parking. Not glamorous, but it needed to be done well so all the participants could get up and check in. Andrea and I, along with another couple rocked the parking and got everyone in and pointed in the right direction right up to the time of the start of the first riders.
We then contacted John Connor, no sh*t that is the guy's real name I posted his business card on this very forum, and he gave us a two turn section of the riding course to direct.
It was small, in a residential neighborhood, but we had to encourage the riders as they were coming into the home stretch and had to go uphill from our point.
The job seemed pitiful. Like it didn't matter. "You're doing great, Turn here. Look for the blonde up the road, she will show you the next turn".
How wrong I was. How wrong WE were.
The civilian riders were doing their thing and a bunch of them would give us knuckles or a high five as they came buy. Some whistled or winked when they were tired. It felt good.
Then the Soldiers came. They had police escorts, they had follower trucks, but there were soldiers who were missing arms, legs, rolling in wheels chairs, some on tandem bikes, a couple were running with those big Hi-Li shaped legs, but they were all together in a huge group and they had American flags flying HIGH and PROUD!
They came down the street and I was whistling and I was pointing the way they had to turn, it was a long straightaway to get to me, but they all seemed to slow down and as they road past many came over and gave me a high five or knuckles, but most of them saluted and said "Thank you".
Are you f*cking kidding me? Thank me? I am standing here on a Saturday telling you to go right and YOU are thanking me?
I admit I had tears streaming down my face, which no one mocked, as they road through onto my gal down the way where they did the same thing. Thanking us for being there to support them, guide them, let them know we supported them.
A cop car that was following let me know that about 80% of the riders but there was a few stragglers. I said no problem, we'll be here until the last one comes through so they know the route.
That is a day I will never forget as long as I live. And that is a feeling I would not remove from my memory for damn near anything in the world.
Yeah. We Support WWP in our house.