06/23/2013

  • SACK LUNCHES

    From an email gotten this morning.
     
    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 

    seat belt 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.’