This was sent to me by my dad who was Lieutenant in the Marines. Many of my older relatives also served in the military. I have been one of the fortunate American citizens who has lived safely and prospered from the protection that our military has provided. Thank you! to all those who have served and to those who are still serving.
This was witnessed in an American airport. ...
I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer as a group of soldiers in their camos moved through the terminal. As they began heading to their gate, almost everyone was on their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered, it really hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal.
Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. The soldier kneeled down and said 'hi.' The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, who didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and asked what she wanted to give to her Daddy.
The little girl grabbed his neck and gave him the biggest hug she could muster and kissed him on the cheek. The mother of the little girl said her daughter's name was Courtney, her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up.
When she was done explaining the situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a moment. One of them pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it. After about a few seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, 'I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.'
He then hugged this little girl and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying 'your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.' The mom was crying, and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this event and saw and heard it all.
As the soldiers began to head towards their gate, people resumed their applause. There were very few dry eyes, including my own.
By word of mouth, or whatever means you have available, let's make the United States on every Friday like a homecoming football game in the bleachers by wearing something red.
The first many a soldier says when asked, 'What can we do to make things better for you?' is, "We need to know we have your support and your prayers". Let's give them both.
I am wearing a red sweater today. Snopes says that "red Friday" has never actually been officially sanctioned by any company or group. While actually wearing the color of blood does not make me feel comfortable, I think it does make me remember that many of the ones who provide my freedom have worn it already.
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