From: Anonymous
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.
' Jacksonville . 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 landed, 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 c lass. '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 ' 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.'
This is how they deserve to be treated! TS
