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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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On the third evening, something changed. Jim, who had been mostly unresponsive, stirred. His eyelids fluttered open. His gaze was cloudy, but he seemed to see the circle of weathered faces around his bed. His chest rose and fell in a long, slow breath. A single tear traced a path down his wrinkled cheek. He squeezed Big Mike's hand, a faint, final pressure.#fblifestyle
And then, he was gone. He had not died alone. He had died a Marine, flanked by his brothers.
There was no wailing, no grand display of grief. Just a heavy, reverent silence. The bikers stood for a long moment, each lost in his own thoughts. Big Mike gently placed Jim's hand on his chest, leaned over, and whispered, "Rest easy, brother. Your watch is over."