In light of the not-funny-at-all biker brawl tragedy in Waco, TX, I thought I would kid my peace-loving good friend Jim Berbiglia, retired army chaplain and Presbyterian minister living in San Antonio. I sent him an e-mail that I had heard he was the chaplain for several of those biker clubs.
In response he sent this note:
Those were the days………….Back in 1968 I was dodging bullets in Vietnam, flying in helicopters to remote villages, avoiding land mines in my Jeep. I thought many times that I was going to die.
Then my year was over and I returned thinking that I would never be afraid of anything ever again. Years later I retired in San Antonio and built a home in the peaceful Hill Country.
After I got to San Antone, I visited Bandera, Cowboy Capital of Texas and had a coffee at the Old Spanish Trail Cafe. I was the only one in the place in shorts and T. I looked out the window to see and HEAR a motorcycle gang roaring up.
My heart was pounding as they stalked in behind sunglasses, beards, big bellies, boots, cowboy/cycle style.
As I tried to get smaller, the biggest one slowly approached my table. I was saying my prayers as the giant said: “Do you know Jesus?”
Turned out they were Bikers for Jesus! Perception, perception, perception.
Postscript: CHAPLAIN [LTC] JAMES C. BERBIGLIA,USA,Ret.’s harrowing adventures in Viet Nam were all conducted without a personal weapon. As a chaplain he was unarmed. Now, that’s courageous and true to his faith.
bobdahl 
Thanks, Bob, you are most gracious…and with a sense of humor!