A Soldier At the Airport
As I just said, I’m at the airport in Austin, TX. A little while ago as I was walking to my departure gate, I saw a soldier in desert fatigues. I caught up with him and asked if he had just come from the Middle East or if he was on his way back over. He said he’d been home for two weeks and was going back to Iraq. I told him that I thought he and his fellow solderis were doing great work over there and thanked him for being willing to do it. He was very humble and seemed almost embarrased that I should be thanking him for what he does. He thanked me for thanking him and for caring. He deserves thanks from all of us.
I then told him that, in my estimation, most Americans know the truth about what’s going on in Iraq and don’t believe the doom, gloom and outright lies that are being presented on television. He agreed and said that’s what people keep telling him. I wished him good luck and told him that I would remember him and hoped that he made it back home safely. Unfortunately I didn’t get his name…
Godspeed, sir. And good hunting.
