The best midnight meals I remember were during the winter of '03-'04 at Pope AFB when I backfilled for the kids headed to the desert.
The kids that I fed were working mainly nightshift maintenance on A-10s, and would come in cold, reeking slightly of hydraulic fluid, tired, and far from home.
I made it my mission to be a bright point in their day. My kitchen staff had ONE mission. Make those kid's day have something special to look forward to.
That was the most gratifying experience of my life. Ever. Those kids were my kid's age, and I was able to make a difference.
It changed my life profoundly.
I was honored to be allowed to serve.
/johnny
Ping
You bring tears to my eyes... my oldest son joined the AF in 1980, right out of high school... the thought of you cooking for the boys reminds me of how many truly great Americans we have here in our midst.
God bless you for taking such good care of the boys heading for the desert! I am honored to have talked “bread” with you!