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This popped up on my facebook (save it, I know I know...) "memories" today and I'm grateful it did. I had experienced something really special that day 5 years ago and written about it on FB, so I figured I'd share it with you all here as well.
Hope you enjoy it...
September 13, 2015
I like to say "I ain't nobody" a lot.
Well, these folks ARE somebody:
When I was at the dealer the other day, waiting on them to do a recall on the company truck, a nice elderly couple came in and sat down next to me.
We chatted about this and that and the gentleman pointed at a new, full dresser Jeep and said "those aren't anything like what we drove back then" and gave sort of a distant, wistful look at nothing in particular, lost in thought.
His wife gave him one of those knowing glances and I sensed right away he had served in the military, so I asked...
"Yessir, we drove those Willys things under Patton himself in Europe" he replied. I asked what branch and he said he had "climbed a lot of poles and slung a lot of wires" in the army.
I made some light-hearted joke about how he must have felt like a sitting duck for the enemy snipers up on those poles and he laughed, nodded, and said he'd been hit more than once, but never grievously.
I asked if I could shake his hand and the question took him aback. I feared at first I had somehow offended him or gone where I shouldn't have - but then his wife said "nobody ever asks that of him anymore."
I was stunned and didn't know what to do at that point, afraid I'd screwed up...
Then I realized the activity around us in the showroom had stopped and everyone was eavesdropping on the conversation now. Nobody else approached....but they were listening.
He sensed my nervousness and struggled to his feet and walked right up to me and stuck out his hand.
"It's my honor" he said.
Blew me away.
I jumped up, grabbed his hand gingerly and shook it, one of those long, slow, respectful handshakes. He didn't want to let go, seemed like. It was my turn to speak.
"Are you kidding me? It's MY honor, sir. You're a damn hero!"
A young man, seated nearby, looked on with a sort of nonchalant smirk on his face, as if he was amused at the antics of us two.
I continued, gesturing in all directions so that the young man would understand - "NONE of this would exist now if not for the heroics of men like this gentleman. NONE of it. Do you understand?"
The young fella wiped the smirk off his face and silently nodded, understanding finally what the fuss was all about.
Well, we had a great chat, me asking all sorts of questions and the gentleman patiently answering in all modesty, seemingly slightly embarrassed at the attention.
His wife shed a tear or two.
I shed a tear or two.
She thanked me. I wouldn't have any of it and instead thanked them again for their sacrifices.
Sadly, nobody else came over to them while I was there, however.
Activities resumed like nothing had happened. I was ashamed of the others in the room, although the little group of folks sitting around us did respectfully join in the conversation with us eventually.
It was a good day to be alive and there at that exact time.
I left with my heart full and feeling quite humbled - and knowing I'd probably never see them again.
(Update today: I haven't, regretfully....)
Hope you enjoy it...
September 13, 2015
I like to say "I ain't nobody" a lot.
Well, these folks ARE somebody:
When I was at the dealer the other day, waiting on them to do a recall on the company truck, a nice elderly couple came in and sat down next to me.
We chatted about this and that and the gentleman pointed at a new, full dresser Jeep and said "those aren't anything like what we drove back then" and gave sort of a distant, wistful look at nothing in particular, lost in thought.
His wife gave him one of those knowing glances and I sensed right away he had served in the military, so I asked...
"Yessir, we drove those Willys things under Patton himself in Europe" he replied. I asked what branch and he said he had "climbed a lot of poles and slung a lot of wires" in the army.
I made some light-hearted joke about how he must have felt like a sitting duck for the enemy snipers up on those poles and he laughed, nodded, and said he'd been hit more than once, but never grievously.
I asked if I could shake his hand and the question took him aback. I feared at first I had somehow offended him or gone where I shouldn't have - but then his wife said "nobody ever asks that of him anymore."
I was stunned and didn't know what to do at that point, afraid I'd screwed up...
Then I realized the activity around us in the showroom had stopped and everyone was eavesdropping on the conversation now. Nobody else approached....but they were listening.
He sensed my nervousness and struggled to his feet and walked right up to me and stuck out his hand.
"It's my honor" he said.
Blew me away.
I jumped up, grabbed his hand gingerly and shook it, one of those long, slow, respectful handshakes. He didn't want to let go, seemed like. It was my turn to speak.
"Are you kidding me? It's MY honor, sir. You're a damn hero!"
A young man, seated nearby, looked on with a sort of nonchalant smirk on his face, as if he was amused at the antics of us two.
I continued, gesturing in all directions so that the young man would understand - "NONE of this would exist now if not for the heroics of men like this gentleman. NONE of it. Do you understand?"
The young fella wiped the smirk off his face and silently nodded, understanding finally what the fuss was all about.
Well, we had a great chat, me asking all sorts of questions and the gentleman patiently answering in all modesty, seemingly slightly embarrassed at the attention.
His wife shed a tear or two.
I shed a tear or two.
She thanked me. I wouldn't have any of it and instead thanked them again for their sacrifices.
Sadly, nobody else came over to them while I was there, however.
Activities resumed like nothing had happened. I was ashamed of the others in the room, although the little group of folks sitting around us did respectfully join in the conversation with us eventually.
It was a good day to be alive and there at that exact time.
I left with my heart full and feeling quite humbled - and knowing I'd probably never see them again.
(Update today: I haven't, regretfully....)