I made my donation. When I was stationed at Fort Carson, Colorado with the vaunted 4th Infantry Division (the guys that got Saddam) I had the opportunity to set up ranges for M1 tanks, Bradleys and their dismounted infantry squads. Many times I would find myself miles from nowhere and isolated from the world (which makes a great story once when I lifted a tank target to find several very ticked off prairie rattlers. Did you know it's true that a rattler will strike at the first thing they see move, in this case a flying clawhammer to their head?) in some of the most beautiful country god created. Anyway, one morning I was fueling the generator on my farthest southern target when I heard a rumbing. I turned around to find 12 wild Mustangs on the move and flying low. It was a sight that will forever be burned into my memory. Totally awesome. I felt as though I'd stepped back in time 100 years. It made me feel alive and once again rejuvenated the spirit of why I had spent so many years of my adult life sacrificing my body, mind and spirit for such a great country. They are true symbol of what America is all about.