January 24, 2007
I don't expect the world to be a peaceful place
Originally published February 6, 2004
The very first story in the Bible after the creation is a murder. Cain killed Abel.
That's not going to stop. Just look at the number of despots still operating and the bullshit happening in Iraq today. When I had my layover in the Atlanta airport, I stopped in a bar that had five guys obviously headed back to Iraq. I called the waitress over to my barstool and said, "Let me buy those guys lunch and throw an extra beer on the tab, too. Put it all on me."
She explained the situation the the young men and one of them came over to thank me. "You don't look old enough for that beer I bought you," I said.
"I'm 23 sir, and my buddies wanted me to thank you for your generosity."
He was a handsome black man making his second trip over there. "Who are you with?" I asked.
"Third infantry. I drive a tank."
"UURRAH! I said. "Fort Stewart in Hinesville. You guys are my homies. You fuckers almost ran over me one night, then shelled me halfway down the road. Scared the shit out of me. Just watch your asses and get home safely. Go for the enemy next time."
"Thanks again for the meal. sir. We'll be back on MREs soon enough."
"The meal was my pleasure. You guys are fighting for my son over there. Picking up that kind of tab makes me proud."
"Sir, it is difficult in desert uniform to buy a goddam thing in this airport. If someone doesn't pick up the tab, the bar does. I am amazed."
"Don't be, my friend. You've got a lot of support behind you. Drive the shit out of that tank and watch your ass."
We shook hands and all his buddies dropped by to say hello, too. I fed them hamburgers and beer, then sent them off to war. I hope they all make it back safe and sound. They were strong, young men trained for battle.
My soul went with them.
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