BC Williams, Writer/Poet
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Post by Guest on Fri 14 Nov 2008, 6:18 pm

The 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. ' 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 anno uncement 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 replie d , 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< BR>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 th eir 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.'

Do you understand and appreciate what they are doing? Share this with
a friend so we will never forget!




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Post by David Williams on Sun 16 Nov 2008, 3:07 pm

What a bueatiful sotry of selflessness from all involved.
But it took a messenger from God that was willing to "get up and do something" to get it started. As I read this I could see you going to the "flight attendant", nothing expected, no ulterior motive
just responding to the "call to action"; and what came of it.
Another message I got is you can't "out give God".
"A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check to the U.S.A." So profound and true.
Where is the unity that we all felt on 9-11 and the days that followed? We are capable of that (it happened). I just pray that it will be an act of kindness that sparks the next same response.
If I may & I'll be brief. (By Eric Harvey). "Ultimatly, It's up to each of us to choose how we live our lives, hold ourselves to high standards and continually evaluate whats inside the image we see in the mirror". (GB)
David Williams
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Post by Guest on Sun 16 Nov 2008, 11:45 pm

AMEN David so very well put thank you dear


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