I remember once back in the early 90s my first wifes Grand father was in a VA hospital and we went to visit Him. He was a WWII vet wounded at the battle of the Bulge and had a bullet lodged against His spine that could not be removed, and gave him trouble from time to time. Anyway my oldest son was a small boy standing in the hallway with me due to the limits of visitors in the room at the hospital. A man in a wheel chair rolled the isleway of the corridor going from one window to another at each end. He was about the right age to have served in Vietnam and was missing sections of both legs. he would roll by and I would try to get my young son not to stare. Finally My son asked me Daddy, why is that man in a wheel chair? I told him, because hes a soldier that got hurt in the war I said softly. The man began to roll back toward us and as he got along side of us, my son threw up a snappy salute to the man which stopped him in his tracks, and with tears welling up in his eyes, and a smile on his face, he returned my sons salute. The man looked at me, and the best I could say (with tears in my eyes) was thank you.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 03:10:04 +0000