You Can Never Thank Our Military Enough

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as Americans.  We owe it all to our troops who are over seas as we speak now, fighting for our freedom.  Read this and say a prayer for our troops because there is a mother or father here at home saying one every night and they can use all the support they can get.  God Bless you all.  Tmtmtl@RollinSD.com To buy this poster, simply click on it.

The Sack Lunch

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  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

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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