I had to C&P this because my BIL is overseas right now and I love hearing stories like this. It made me cry, but these days, hearing the National Anthem makes me break down. Anyway, enjoy!
This is a nice story about paying it forward.
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.
'Great Lakes Air Base. We'll be there for two weeks
for special training, and then we're being deployed to
Iraq.
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 Chicago, 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 Chicago. 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 seat belt 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 in Chicago 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.''
Re: C&P (from 6-12mos): Something nice to read...
Oh that is very nice and great!
My cousin died in the Iraq war