(VIDEO)Injured Marine Holds Salute For 3 Hours, Then Bikers Suddenly Appear & Do The Unthinkable!

During Memorial Day, a veteran marine soldier stands in salute for three hours in the street to honor veterans everywhere, regardless of the hot sun and an injured leg that makes it hard for him to stand for extended periods of time.

He has a mission, and he will see it carried out despite the challenges.
He is later joined by a group of bikers known to be troublemakers during such events.

The crowd is tense and worries for the marine when the bikers approach him.

But instead of causing trouble, they do something unthinkable.

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