Dave came over today and we lamented the fact that the estimate hadn’t come in for the back door build. We decided to work on the back door as far as the design for the “Wall of Heroes”. It is a project that is extremely close to our hearts. It is part of our business culture and we both feel a big responsibility to get this part right. To the Guerrillas, this is as important as purchasing the right grill, or choosing a lawyer or developing exceptional recipes.
Dave and I don’t always agree and sometimes we bump heads. Our skirmishes are usually over minor stuff. We are both stubborn, passionate, artistic and driven and we both have a tendency to dig in. With the “Wall of Heroes”, this wasn’t the case.
The process was more of a casual meeting of the minds where both parties agreed on everything. We like what we designed and we believe that it is an appropriate and respectful tribute to the fallen and those who serve us. We think it’s going to look sharp and are excited to see the final product.
The emblems for all the represented armed forces as well as the police and fire are exactly the same dimensions, ten inches. The “In Honor” graphic is slightly larger at almost 12 inches. The way you see the layout in the image will probably change, but all the components are going to appear on the “Wall of Heroes”. I forgot to put the POW/MIA emblem in the picture, but that is represented also.
Last week the bell that we are going to mount on the back of the truck arrived and we are really excited to add that component to the tribute. The idea is that whenever a veteran, active military, police or firefighter signs the wall, the bell is rung to honor those who serve and have served. The bell is loud and we feel that it will be a handsome addition to our truck.
I placed the order for the vinyl graphics and Dave headed home. I felt good about the decisions that we made and thought about my Uncle Buster who fought in the Battle of the Bulge. I daydreamed about tales told by old salts in bars about the sinking of their ships and swimming through burning diesel fuel. I thought about the men from my father’s generation returning home from Vietnam only to be spat upon.
My phone vibrated and I answered it. It was Dave.
” I just got the estimate for the back door. We can bring Maybelline over to the shop tomorrow.”
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