I was at a restaurant tonight, courtesy of one of our vendors who felt it would be good to show us a good time, considering the obscene amount of money we had just spent on their product.
While I was enjoying the free beer and appetizers, I noticed a table full of men and women in Army fatigues.
I wandered back to the area where the waitresses were congregating, and inquired as to which one of them was assisting the military table. After learning which one was waiting on them, I told her that I would like to pay for their tab.
The waitress looked at me with a “why in the hell would you want to do that?” attitude. I could see it in her face. Granted, she couldn’t have been a day over nineteen, but I didn’t have the time to explain to her the implications of the global Islamic terrorist threat (to which I have no doubt she was oblivious), and how it is highly probable that she herself could, at any moment, be overwhelmed by any number of chemical or biological agents that would render her motor facilities completely incapable of displaying that particular expression of dismay at my offering to pay for the meals of a few members of our military.
Of course, those benefiting from my impromptu generosity were quick to thank me.
I quickly reminded them that they were the ones to be thanked, not myself.
The price of a meal for five soldiers in a restaurant is nothing in comparison to the freedom that they provide us each day.
God bless our troops!
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