It was my pleasure. It was humbling speaking to a 19-year old munching pizza as he explained that he was still undergoing rehab to walk on his prosthetic right leg, but he was looking forward to return to his unit. He and his friend pulled up in their car just to tell us they didn't appreciate the Code Pinkos. I also got a lump in my throat as a young military wife with two children, whose 25-year old husband is in the hospital recovering from IED injuries, asked me why "those people" are outside the hospital when the family is simply trying to recuperate.
The Code Pinkos are the lowest of the low.