Sack Lunches

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  1. Sack Lunches

    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
    'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
    'Chicago - to Great Lakes 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
    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
    '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, an
    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 in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to
    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.'

  2. What an awesome testimony Mom!:)

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