A couple of years back, while I was attending one of my Daughter’s high school marching band competitions, a rival high school had just finished their routine and were about to leave the field.
As they were beginning to march off the playing field, the announcer called out for the team to remain where they were for a few moments just as a big limo entered from the other end of the field. A wounded soldier on crutches stepped out of the car, and started walking in the direction of the band. A huge shout went up from some family members in the grandstand and a band member broke out of the group on the field and ran hell-bent for leather towards his Dad while the entire stadium jumped up and cheered them both on. I don’t think there was a dry eye in the entire stadium.
I was very proud of my community that day, and couldn’t help but think that we HAD learned from our experience in Vietnam and this time we would support the military no matter where they were sent to.
NCDragon
SFC,US Army - Retired
Okay, that’s got me sobbing in gratitude for our military too! :*)