McDonald's and America

It isn't every time that you go to McDonald's that you see something moving enough to blog about. But today was different. Before I tell you, let me say that we are not in there every day. We just wanted to get something for Jesus before he went back to work after visiting the chiropractor.

Anyway, as we pulled in the parking lot we saw a man in combat fatigues walking across the parking lot into Mickey D's. I'd say maybe early to mid-40s, nice looking, African-American. Hubs pointed him out and we thought no more of it. I went in to get our order (to go) and saw him waiting for his order to be ready. It was at that point that I saw an older white guy, probably old enough to have himself served in WWII or Korea although I don't know that he did, turn to him and ask him if he was "in the service", as he put it. The soldier answered yes, at which point the older man looked him square in the eye, took his hand, and said "Thanks. I appreciate it," and walked away It was enough to make me teary eyed standing there waiting for my order. I myself thanked him as well but felt like what I said fell way short after watching that exchange.

I have a special spot in my heart for folks who serve our country, whether or not I agree with any particular conflict that they're engaged in. We owe all the ones serving honorably a huge debt of gratitude.