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During his 2014 Shut Up & Hold On Tour, Toby Keith paused his encore in front of thousands of fans to present a $15,000 all-terrain Trackchair to a combat veteran who had lost both legs. That commitment to wounded service members began at home in Oklahoma with his father, Hubert K. Covel Jr., a U.S. Army veteran who lost an eye in an oilfield accident before passing away in a 2001 car crash. Carrying his father’s respect for those in uniform, Toby launched his first USO tour in 2002, eventually making eleven trips to forward operating bases in Iraq and Afghanistan to perform for more than 250,000 troops. When he saw how many young soldiers from those overseas audiences returned home confined to standard wheelchairs, he partnered with The Independence Fund in 2014 to help them reclaim their mobility off paved roads. Standard medical chairs often kept double amputees from crossing grass, sand, or rugged trails with their families. Bringing the veteran to the center of the stage during the final portion of the concert, Toby stepped back out of the main spotlight as crew members rolled out the motorized, tank-treaded chair. Overcome by the surprise gift and the roar of the crowd, the young soldier broke down in tears and pulled the singer into a tight embrace. Later that year, the USO awarded Toby its Spirit of the USO Award for more than a decade of service to American troops. For the Oklahoma singer who passed away in 2024, handing over the keys to that Trackchair onstage was simply keeping a promise to his father that no soldier returning home with the physical cost of war would ever be forgotten.

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During his 2014 Shut Up & Hold On Tour, Toby Keith paused his encore in front of thousands of fans to bring a combat veteran who had lost both legs to the center of the stage and present him with a $15,000 all-terrain Action Trackchair.

That commitment to wounded service members began decades earlier in Moore, Oklahoma, with his father, Hubert K. Covel Jr. An Army veteran who served in Korea before working in the Oklahoma oil fields, Hubert lost his right eye in a rig explosion and wore a prosthetic eye for the rest of his life. He raised his son to respect anyone who wore a uniform and to judge people by how they stood up after a physical blow.

On March 24, 2001, Hubert was killed in a charter bus crash on Interstate 35 in Oklahoma. Six months later, following the September 11 attacks, Toby wrote a tribute to his late father’s patriotism that became a rallying cry for deploying troops, and by the spring of 2002 he had signed on for his first overseas tour with the United Service Organizations.

Over the next eleven years, Toby completed eleven USO tours, flying into active combat zones across Iraq and Afghanistan, visiting seventeen countries, and performing on aircraft carriers at sea for more than 250,000 service members. Unlike full-production stadium dates in the United States, many of those overseas appearances took place at small forward operating bases near the Pakistani border and across the Iraqi desert.

To reach isolated outposts where cargo planes could not land, Toby flew in Black Hawk and Chinook helicopters wearing a Kevlar vest and helmet, often stepping onto flatbed trailers or plywood stages with just an acoustic guitar so twenty or thirty infantrymen on patrol rotation could hear a piece of home. On several stops in Afghanistan, mortar alarms interrupted sets, forcing the singer and the troops into concrete bunkers together until the all-clear sounded.

As those tours continued through the late 2000s and early 2010s, Toby began visiting military hospitals, including Walter Reed Army Medical Center and Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany. There, he met young soldiers and Marines who had stood in his dusty overseas audiences months earlier and were now recovering from improvised explosive device blasts that had taken one or both of their legs.

Returning to his stateside amphitheater tours, he made it a custom to invite wounded warriors onstage during the final portion of every concert. Yet seeing double amputees struggle with narrow, standard-issue medical wheelchairs—which bogged down in grass, gravel, sand, or snow—led him to join forces with The Independence Fund, a nonprofit organization founded to provide severely wounded veterans with motorized, tank-treaded Action Trackchairs.

Built with heavy rubber tracks instead of wheels, the $15,000 chairs allowed combat amputees to hunt, fish, cross rugged trails, and take their children onto beaches or ballfields without being carried. During the 2014 tour stop, as the crowd roared for the encore, Toby stepped out of the main spotlight and yielded the center of the stage to the double-amputee veteran as crew members rolled out the custom Trackchair. Caught off guard by the gift and the standing ovation from thousands of fans, the young soldier broke down in tears and pulled the six-foot-four singer into a long embrace.

That same spring, in April 2014, retired Air Force Brigadier General John I. Pray Jr., then president and CEO of the USO, surprised Toby onstage at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas during the Academy of Country Music’s *All-Star Salute to the Troops*. Pray presented him with the Spirit of the USO Award, inscribed with a line honoring his duty to the military across more than a decade of overseas flights.

Toby continued partnering with The Independence Fund on later tours—including a September 2019 stop at Highmark Stadium in Pittsburgh where he presented another all-terrain Trackchair and a red, white, and blue acoustic guitar to retired Marine Corporal Brandon Rumbaugh, who had lost both legs to an IED in Afghanistan. Before his passing from stomach cancer in February 2024 at age sixty-two, the oilfield worker’s son from Oklahoma had logged nearly 300 USO events worldwide, using his biggest American stages to hand mobility back to the men and women he had first met in the sand overseas.

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