Giving Thanks

Chickens fed, wife dropped off at work, dishes in the washer…all before 7 am. 
That was my rushed morning as I pulled up groggy to the gas station on the corner of Route 66 and Mountain at 7:05 am. 
My thoughts were on the day’s itinerary as I opened the door to my car and almost immediately I caught a glimpse of a man at the pump next to mine. I noticed him, took in his wears, glanced at his steely glare and wanted to say something. Something stopped me and I proceeded into the station to get some java and order gasoline. 
He was still there as I began to make my way back to the car and with a sip of coffee in my belly I resolved to address him. I caught him by surprise and in the middle of him wiping the back window of his black sedan. 
I squared up to him, met his gaze, wished him a good morning and thanked him for Service. The soldier in him didn’t miss a beat and almost immediately said “thank you for your support.” 
With that our moment was over but I’d like to think that others before me have shown him appreciation and that’s why he knew just what to say and how to say it.

Nation’s Son

The boy at the walkie-talkie called out for my kid today at camp. While I waited we got to talking. He looked not even one-and-twenty and I assumed he took the Camp job as a way to not pass the Summer at home. Then he told me about his current jobs and surprised me about his military times. I was floored to be sure. This young man had military and his plans for the future were bright and well thought out. As my son arrived and we headed towards the car I couldn’t help but thank him for his Service. I am sure his parents must be proud.