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lotowner
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Sack Lunches
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11/1/2009 7:43:41 AM
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A friend sent this to me recently.
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan.
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars... It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks..'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, 'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.... As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little...
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
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mbk
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Sack Lunches
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11/1/2009 8:02:07 AM
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Thanks for sharing. Say "Thanks and Welcome Home" to a veteran on Veteran's Day.
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MAJ USA RET
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Sack Lunches
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11/1/2009 9:01:43 AM
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I was in the Atlanta airport, at the back of the long security line. My flight was to El Paso. I was dressed in my ACUs... headed for CRC at Fort Bliss and then on to Baghdad. My wife clung to me with tears in her eyes, but holding back. We tried to talk. She whispered, “I can’t be brave anymore, I have to go.” She kissed me tenderly and fled the Airport. I hid my face.
A petite young oriental woman began talking to me… trying to say anything to distract me. I don’t remember.
Then a woman dressed in a Delta uniform grabbed my arm and said, “This way, Sir.” She pulled out of that line and whisked me through security.
At the Delta gate for my flight, I sat alone. As they called for my zone, I moved to through the line to the gate attendant. At the gate she said, “Please, stand aside until the aircraft has been boarded.” The last to board, I found that I had been moved to First Class. As I sat down, the flight attendant squeezed my shoulder and then turned swiftly away.
I was drafted in 1968… a private during the Viet Nam War. In those days, the people disparaged servicemen. Somewhere along the line of events, the citizenry has learned that war is an extension of policy and that soldiers do not make policy. To quote from Crosby, Still, Nash, and Young, “Find the cost of freedom….”
Ah… well you finish the line.
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Old Diver
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Sack Lunches
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11/1/2009 9:58:31 AM
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I remember how we in the service were treated in the 60's. Thank God there not doing that now. That one almost had me crying.
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Thanks for sharing. I have forwarded this on to many.
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