I wiped away tears yesterday morning after going through the drive-through at Starbuck’s (my guilty pleasure).
It was a lovely day. My window was open, and I was behind a gentleman with his window rolled down, too. I noticed his license plate frame engraved with the words “Air Force” and “Vietnam vet.” I waved my arm out the window, smiled, and yelled “thank you for your service,” pointing to his license plate. Mentioned that my Dad was a retired Air Force vet who had served in Vietnam. He nodded his head.
When I got to the window to pay for my coffee, the barista said there was no charge. The driver in front of me had picked up my tab.
I was surprised and startled. I smiled. Then I cried, all the way home.
Today – Memorial Day – I honor the men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. They gave the ultimate sacrifice. They won’t be forgotten.