[Singles] Fw: Sack lunches

Karen Jakeway kjakeway at zianet.com
Sun Jul 8 06:43:06 CDT 2012



From: Alicia Quigley 
Sent: Sunday, July 08, 2012 3:27 AM
To: Amanda Bolt ; Debby Aragon ; Heather Moody ; Karen Jakeway 
Subject: FW: Sack lunches





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Subject: Fw: Sack lunches
Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2012 20:32:40 -0500


Been around before, but worth keeping it going.

 



                          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. '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 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 '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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