Wife's Request

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by don3778, Feb 18, 2008.

  1. don3778

    don3778 New Member

    > I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses that you find
    > all over the country. You know the type--a bucket of peanuts on every table,
    > shells littering the floor, and a bunch of perky college kids racing around
    > with long neck beers and sizzling platters.
    > Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim of my glass.
    > My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal. They wore no uniform to
    > identify their branch of service, but they were definitely "military:" clean
    > shaven, cropped haircut, and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.
    > Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat where my husband
    > usually sat. It had only been a few months since we sat in this very booth,
    > talking about his upcoming deployment to the Middle East . That was when he
    > made me promise to get a sitter for the kids, come back to this restaurant
    > once a month and treat myself to a nice steak. In turn he would treasure the
    > thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home.
    > I fingered the little flag pin I constantly wear and wondered where he was
    > at this very moment. Was he safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were my
    > letters getting through to him?
    > As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched female voices from the next booth
    > broke into my thoughts. "I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading
    > Iraq . You'd think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes. Good
    > Lord. What an idiot! I can't believe he is even in office. You do know, he
    > stole the election."
    > I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them as they began an endless tirade
    > running down our president.
    > I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he prepared to
    > deploy. He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax shots.
    > The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me
    > chills.
    > Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts.
    > "It's all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and rape and steal
    > all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'. Hmmm! I wonder how many
    > innocent people they'll kill without giving it a thought. It's pure greed,
    > you know."
    > My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring. I could still see how
    > handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress" the day he slipped it on my
    > finger I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform,
    > affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it.
    > "You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding
    > any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the
    > president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at the
    > expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else? We're
    > just asking for another 9-11. I can't say when it happens again that we
    > didn't deserve it."
    > Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering
    > outside our base. Did no one even appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and
    > women, who l ea ve their hom es and family to ensure our freedom? Do they even
    > know what "freedom" is?
    > I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their
    > courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other
    > dejectedly, listening to the women talking.
    > "Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq , and I am
    > certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby-killers
    > we call a military."
    > Professional baby-killers. I thought about what a wonderful father my
    > husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children
    > again.
    > That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, prid e in my
    > husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice
    > will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be
    > known.
    > Sliding out of my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and placed
    > my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them,
    > smiling I said, "I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You see, I'm
    > sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because
    > my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world
    > defending your right to say rotten things about him."
    > "Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my
    > business. However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not
    > sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and
    > all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line,
    > just so you can have the "freedom" to complain. Freedom is an expensive
    > commodity, ladi es. Don't let your actions cheapen it."
    > I must have been louder than I meant to be, because the manager came over to
    > inquire if everything was all right
    > "Yes, thank you," I replied.
    > Then, turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."
    > As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a
    > scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check
    > and scurried away.
    > After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager
    > returned with a huge apple cobbler ala mode. "Compliments of those
    > soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my
    > dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it.
    > When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the
    > gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our
    > boys."
    > With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked
    > them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and
    > surrounded the booth.
    > "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into
    > confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."
    > As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I didn't
    > feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners
    > who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband,
    > and would keep him in their prayers.
    > I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day. Perhaps they
    > would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our country, and
    > the military that protect her. And maybe, just maybe, the two women who were
    > railing against our country would pause for a minute to appreciate all the
    > freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain its free dom.
    > As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference.
    > Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I
    > live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It
    > will simply say, "Thank You!"
    > To those who fought for our nation, freedom has a flavor the protected will
    > never know.
    > Please pray for God's protection of our troops and HIS wisdom for their
    > commanders. Pass this on to as many as you think will respond.


  2. punkin570

    punkin570 New Member

    WOW, that was great Don. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Flatheadhunter33

    Flatheadhunter33 New Member

    Yuma, Arizona
    Good post! Thanks for sharing it.:wink:
  4. willcat

    willcat New Member

    Thanks for sharing.
  5. catfishjohn

    catfishjohn New Member

    Greenup Co. KY
    Great post! Thanks for sharing!
  6. ozzy

    ozzy New Member

    Lost Wages
    Thanks , that was awesome.
  7. keyskevin

    keyskevin New Member

    Great post, my eyes are still cloudy.As a Navy vetern I say Thank You.Our prayers go out to your husband,and everyone who are serving their country.
  8. Wil

    Wil New Member

    Minden Nebraska
    god bless america! thanks brother!
  9. ldkitch

    ldkitch New Member

    Henderson, KY
    Wow, I still have a big lump in my throat.....Thanks for sharing that!!!:big_smile:
  10. don3778

    don3778 New Member

    I'm sorry, some of you may have misunderstood this post. I am not the wife nor the husband in this story. It was an e-mail I recieved and thought it was good enough to pass along to my friends here.


  11. cathooked

    cathooked New Member

    north carolina
    that was touching don,my wife chewed a few one time for me when i was in the army and offered to walk outside with her but she left too fast,had to hold her back when they hit the door,bad mouthin a veteran dont set with her,and im damn proud of her and all that serve and has served,im proud to be a veteran it done me good and made me a better person..Thanx to all our military brothers and sisters,im behind ya 110%.and the rest of the world better be,the price of freedom aint cheap,its written on a wall !!!!!!
  12. Dave L

    Dave L New Member

    Thanks for sharing.
  13. chambers bd

    chambers bd New Member

    I tell you folks something, you ever get a service members wife upset you got a force to be reckoned with. all military wives are great and complete the circle of force multipliers.

    what was they thinking, ha ha ha:smile2:
  14. olefin

    olefin New Member

    Don, thanks for posting that. It's been on before but it's great to see again for those that may have missed it.
  15. crclhuk1

    crclhuk1 Member

    Central, SC
    GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    KATMANDETTE New Member

    Cedar Key, Florida
    [I just LOVE that movie!

  17. mmuckleroy

    mmuckleroy New Member

    Thanks for a great story. As vet. myself I uderstand we go where we are told to go. And do a job nobody wants to do. But were would we all be without our men and women who serve their country?
  18. Ruger 454

    Ruger 454 Member

    LaGrange Kentucky
  19. plainsman

    plainsman New Member Supporting Member

    they ain't got a clue, but they got opinions. seems everyone forgets the past, and changes facts to suit their beliefs. glad to know that someone out there will at least confront the loudmouths and put em in their place. maybe someday they'll wise up.