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A great battle shot.

No sleep for 48 hours.

Grimy, unshaven, filthy uniform.

Canteens loose, dogtags hanging out, pocket unbuttoned, helmet strap hanging.

No insignia of rank, sleeves up.

Dirty fingernails.

His bayonet is fixed; trigger finger alert and ready for action.

Lt. Rick Rescorla, Platoon Leader, B Co 2/7 Cav

The following story is from my friend Lee Eshbaugh who suffered quite a bout with cancer himself. He only asks that we follow the advice given here and pass it along to other patriotic Americans and friends of America, which seem to be fewer these days.

‘Some people!’ snorted a man standing behind me in the
long line at the grocery store.

‘You would think the manager would pay attention and
open another line, ‘said a woman. I looked to the
front of the line to see what the hold up was and saw
a well dressed, young woman, trying to get the machine
to accept her credit card. No matter how many times
she swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.

‘It’s one of them welfare card things. Damn people
need to get a job like everyone else,’ said the man
standing behind me. The young woman turned around to
see who had made the comment. ‘It was me,’ he said,
pointing to himself.

The young lady’s face began to change expression.
Almost in tears, she dropped the welfare card onto the
counter and quickly walked out of the store. Everyone
in the checkout line watched as she began running to
her car. Never looking back, she got in and drove
away.

After developing cancer in 1977 and having had to use
food stamps; I had learned never to judge anyone,
without knowing the circumstances of their life. This
turned out to be the case today.

Several minutes later a young man walked into the
store. He went up to the cashier and asked if she had
seen the woman. After describing her, the cashier told
him that she had run out of the store, got into her
car, and drove away.

‘Why would she do that?’ asked the man. Everyone in
the line looked around at the fellow who had made the
statement. ‘I made a stupid comment about the
welfare card she was using. Something I shouldn’t
have said. I’m sorry,’ said the man.

‘Well, that’s bad, real bad, in fact. Her brother was
killed in Afghanistan two years ago. He had three
young children and she has taken on that
responsibility. She’s twenty years old, single, and
now has three children to support,’ he said in a very
firm voice.

‘I’m really truly sorry. I didn’t know,’ he replied,
shaking both his hands about.

The young man asked, ‘Are these paid for?’ pointing to
the shopping cart full of groceries. ‘It wouldn’t take
her card,’ the clerk told him.

‘Do you know where she lives?’ asked the man who had
made the comment.

‘Yes, she goes to our church.’

‘Excuse me,’ he said as he made his way to the front
of the line. He pulled out his wallet, took out his
credit card and told the cashier, ‘Please use my card.

PLEASE!’ The clerk took his credit card and began to
ring up the young woman’s groceries.

Hold on,’ said the gentleman. He walked back to his
shopping cart and began loading his own groceries onto
the belt to be included. ‘Come on people. We got three
kids to help raise!’ he told everyone in line.

Everyone began to place their groceries onto the fast
moving belt. A few customers began bagging the food
and placing it into separate carts. ‘Go back and get
two big turkeys,’ yelled a heavyset woman, as she
looked at the man. ‘NO,’ yelled the man. Everyone
stopped dead in their tracks. The entire store became
quiet for several seconds. ‘Four turkeys,’ yelled the
man. Everyone began laughing and went back to work.

When all was said and done, the man paid a total of
$1,646.57 for the groceries. He then walked over to
the side, pulled out his check book, and began
writing a check using the bags of dog food piled near
the front of the store for a writing surface. He
turned around and handed the check to the young man.

‘She will need a freezer and a few other things as
well,’ he told the man.

The young man looked at the check and said, ‘This is
really very generous of you.’

‘No,’ said the man. ‘Her brother was the generous
one.’

Everyone in the store had been observing the odd
commotion and began to clap. And I drove home that
day feeling very American.

We live in the Land of the free, because of the
Brave!!! Remember our Troops of Yesterday and Today!!!

A great example of why we should be kind and patient.
Kindness is the language the blind can see and the
deaf can hear.

May God’s many blessings continue
to be with you – ALWAYS!!!

Debbie Keck

MAY THIS KEEP GOING….
IT WILL OPEN A LOT OF EYES,

HOPEFULLY HEARTS,
AND KEEP SOME MOUTHS SHUT.

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