Sack Lunches

wild-flowersNow and then, you find something really stirring in the mailbox, it is all not hateful and mean, often amongst the trash and garbage of man, you will find a gem.

Such is this, it was entitled “Sack Lunches.”  I now pass it on in the spirit it was given to me.

Please Enjoy

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I felt this needed to be forwarded so that folks would take a moment and thanks those who took our place.   The men and women in service to our country don’t need to be recognized 2-3 days a year on holidays……they sacrifice and die every day.

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 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, 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 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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I don’t know who wrote this, but I thank them for every cotton-picking word of it.  Never forget the hand that helps you up or the boot that shows you the door.  Who is it that says a “buck don’t go very far anymore?”  It is my profound pleasure to share it with America and the World this morning.

Mr. Obama, it is time to bring the boys home, all of them.

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If you want to read a stirring well written and moving piece on war, on vets, please follow this link.  It will move your spirit.  More on this at:  Telling Secrets.com

Irena Sendler

POLAND HOLOCAUST HERO

There recently was the death of a 98-year-old lady named Irena Sendler.  During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist.

She had an ulterior motive.

She KNEW what the Nazi’s plans were for the Jews (being German).  Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of her tool box she carried, and she also carried in the back of her truck a Burlap sack (for larger  kids).  She also had a dog in the back that she trained  to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog, and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.  During her time and course of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2,500 kids/infants.

She was caught, and the Nazi’s broke both her legs and arms and beat her severely.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard.  After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it, and reunited the families.

Most, of course, had been gassed.

Those kids she helped were placed into foster family homes or adopted.

Last year Irena was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize …. She LOST.

Al Gore won for doing a slide show on Global Warming.

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