Van of Valor

An Introduction to Our Van of Valor Music Series

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🚐 Out of Cody, Wyoming, on a September day, the Van of Valor pointed west to find a better way.

With a Purple Heart for courage, a Harvard mind to guide, and a little dachshund sitting right inside.

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🏔️ The mountain stood before us like a cathedral in the sky. With every twist and turning, we had to testify:

The road to grace is winding, and the climb is always hard. But the Van of Valor carries you as far as your heart’s yard.

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⚠️ The engine sang its warning song. The dashboard lit the night—a “constellation of concern” beneath the fading light. Tires whispered caution. Wiper fluid ran. But onward through the Bighorns, like only old friends can.

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👻 The switchbacks brought the wagon trails of 150 years. Ghosts of pioneers who knew the same mix of hope and fear. A slow dance with gravity in the fading mountain light.

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✍️ We wrote the names upon her skin—three hundred fallen souls. Each one a story of the price for freedoms that we hold.

And when the climb gets heavy and the mission breaks you down, there’s peace in forward movement in this sacred, rolling town.

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⛰️ The mountains don’t ask for your diagnosis. They just stand there, old and slow. Recalibrating souls made small by the weight of hearing duty’s call.

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🕯️ Here’s to aging warriors and the vans that carry them. Through the high passes and back again. To sit with Gold Star families and hold their sacred grief. Finding in the granite cliffs a temporary relief.

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🎶 The Van of Valor rests now in Cody for a spell. But the memory of the mountain climb is ringing like a bell. A sanctuary in the pines. A moral courage found. In the hum of worn-out tires on sacred, holy ground.

New music dropping soon. For those who carry the weight and the name. 🎵

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If you or a veteran you know is struggling, dial 988 then press 1. Or text 838255. ❤️

Lyrics:
The Ballad of the Van of Valor

Out of Cody, Wyoming, on a September day

The Van of Valor pointed west to find a better way

With a Purple Heart for courage and a Harvard mind to guide

And a little dachshund sitting right inside

Oh, the mountain stood before us like a cathedral in the sky

With every twist and turning, we had to testify

That the road to grace is winding, and the climb is always hard

But the Van of Valor carries you as far as your heart’s yard

The engine sang its warning song, the dashboard lit the night

“A constellation of concern” beneath the fading light

The tires whispered caution and the wiper fluid ran

But onward through the Bighorns like only old friends can

Oh, the mountain stood before us like a cathedral in the sky

With every twist and turning, we had to testify

That the road to grace is winding, and the climb is always hard

But the Van of Valor carries you as far as your heart’s yard

The switchbacks brought the wagon trails of 150 years

The ghosts of pioneers who knew the same mix of hope and fear

And on the western slope we prayed the brakes would hold us tight

A slow dance with gravity in the fading mountain light

We wrote the names upon her skin of three hundred fallen souls

Each one a story of the price for freedoms that we hold

And when the climb gets heavy and the mission breaks you down

There’s peace in forward movement in this sacred, rolling town

Oh, the mountain stood before us like a cathedral in the sky

With every twist and turning, we had to testify

That the road to grace is winding, and the climb is always hard

But the Van of Valor carries you as far as your heart’s yard

The mountains don’t ask for your diagnosis, no

They just stand there, old and slow

Recalibrating souls made small

By the weight of hearing duty’s call

So here’s to aging warriors and the vans that carry them

Through the high passes and back again

To sit with Gold Star families and hold their sacred grief

Finding in the granite cliffs a temporary relief

The Van of Valor’s resting now in Cody for a spell

But the memory of the mountain climb is ringing like a bell

A sanctuary in the pines, a moral courage found

In the hum of worn-out tires on sacred, holy ground

Amen