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20 bikers refused to leave a dying veteran's hospital room even when security threatened to arrest them all.
Old Jim had been dying alone for three weeks, no visitors, no family, just a forgotten Marine in a VA hospital bed, counting his last breaths.
But when a young nurse posted on Facebook that this 89-year-old veteran who'd fought at Iwo Jima was going to die without a single person holding his hand, something extraordinary happened that had the entire hospital staff in tears.
The bikers came from five different states, some riding through the night, others taking time off work they couldn't afford to lose, all because of a promise they'd made to never let a veteran die alone.
"Sir, visiting hours are over," the security guard said for the third time, his hand resting on his radio. "I'm going to have to call the police if you don't leave."
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Big Mike, president of the Veterans Motorcycle Alliance, didn't even look up from where he sat holding Jim's frail hand. He gently stroked the old man’s paper-thin skin.
"Then call them," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. "We're not leaving him."
The truth was, none of them even knew Jim personally. He was just another forgotten hero dying in room 314. But when Katie, the night nurse, had posted that message – "Please, someone, anyone. This man survived Iwo Jima, and he's dying alone. He keeps asking if anyone's coming. I don't know what to tell him." – the motorcycle community responded like Jim was their own grandfather.
What happened over the next 72 hours would change how that hospital treated dying veterans forever, and it started with a promise made by men in leather who understood that brotherhood doesn't end when the uniform comes off.
