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This story was in my email INBOX today, and I had to pass it on:

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 conversation.

‘Where are you headed?’ I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. Fort Bragg. 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 ‘citizens of United States ‘
for an amount of ‘up to and including my life.’

That is an Honor, and there are way too many people in this country
who no longer understand it.’

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They are serving this country in an area where they are not welcomed. They are sacrificing a great deal, away from home, away from their loved ones. And our leaders decide that they want a group of soldiers to leave their firearms OUTSIDE of a meeting hall where the Secretary of Defense was to address them.

So there they are……. potential targets gathered in a group, with no means of defense.  What was to stop any of the Afghani’s from forging a quick attack? There are still unanswered questions over the thwarted attack as Panetta arrived. And the country is still reeling from the Koran burnings and the weekend massacre at the hands of one of our soldiers.

Or was our Secretary of Defense fearful of his own troops?

So, what say you!!

This is short, and it is brief, and in these 28 seconds, one knows the bond that NAVY SEAL Jon Tomlinson and “Hawkeye” had:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZPx2Wnc0lI&feature=player_embedded

for the full story: http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/lookout/man-best-friend-mourns-death-175219915.html

http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/08/09/chinook.son.ireport/index.html?hpt=hp_bn1

Lance Cpl. Blas Trevino of the 1st Battalion, 5th Marines, clinches his Rosary beads as he is treated by U.S. Army flight medic Sgt. Joe Campbell after being rescued onto a medevac helicopter from the U.S. Army’s Task Force Lift “Dust Off”, Charlie Company 1-214 Aviation Regiment in Afghanistan Saturday, June 11, 2011. Trevino was shot in the stomach outside Sangin, in the Helmand Province of southern Afghanistan, Saturday. The Army’s ‘Dust Off’ crew needed two attempts to get him out, as they were fired upon and took five rounds of bullets into the tail of their aircraft. (AP Photo/Anja Niedringhaus)

http://weaselzippers.us/2011/06/15/pic-of-the-day-18/

One person’s kindness……………..Inspirational

Here’s a little something I found over at Diversity Lane.  Pretty interesting poem…

A Modern Observation on The Anti-War Movement
 
Obama’s a killer;
Nobel can’t hide
He’s leading a thriller
Of an Afghanicide.
 
Obama’s a warrior
Who’s funding that war;
Seems that’s actually
What Democrats are for.
 
Obama is vicious,
As bombs rain down
On some Muslim folk
In a Muslim town.
 
Obama’s evaded
Bush-aimed anti-war noise,
Because it turns out
They were mostly his boys.
 
Obama’s in office
And boom go those bombs.
But all those protestors?
They show no more qualms.
 
For Obama’s in office,
And now the war’s just
A peripheral problem,
Not a matter of trust.
 
Obama’s supporters
Reason it out like this:
Bush started the mess
With a swing and a miss.
 
Obama’s just doing
What ever he can,
Except stopping the war
Which he said was his plan.
 
Obama’s going along
With quiet aplomb
Because Bush protestors
Cheer Nobel’s Obama-mite bomb.
 
Obama’s prized peace
Is a Peace Prize now past;
And golly, there goes
Another Afghani blast.
 
Obama seems proud
Of the record he’s made.
Two years of warfare
Is like the golf games he played.
 
Obama’s a killer;
The Left can’t hide
He’s accelerated the thriller
Of an Afghanicide.