The airport bar
Folks,
I know that this is a little late, but I hope you do not mind me relating a little story..
I am 52. I am of that age where I was never drafted into the military. When I was 4 years old, I lost my big toe in a bicycle accident, so I would not qualify for the military even if I wanted to.
For most of my life, I simply took freedom for granted. I did not know anybody that was currently serving in the military, so to me, they were only those people that you see on TV. To me, they almost did not exist.
I was working as a consultant, and traveled a great deal, I was in the Atlanta airport with a 5 hour delay to endure. Being a smoker, I headed for the one and only place one could smoke, the airport bar.
As I walked in, I saw about a dozen men and women in uniform. As with most airport bars, conversation was easy to come by and I stuck one up with one of the soldiers who was waiting for a round of drinks. It turns out that they were coming off of a 2 week leave and were heading back to the middle east.
Listening to his story a wave of embarrassment ran through me. That one 3 minute conversation made me realize how thankless I had been all my life and how I never really appreciated the sacrifices made by others.
After the soldier got his drinks and walked away to rejoin his group, I notice that another man (in a suit) had eavesdropped on the conversation and was staring at me with this "man, did he have it tough" look on his face. I looked back at him and said "man, nobody points a gun at me when I go to work." The eavesdropper nodded. I said "We should buy them all a round of drinks". Again, the eavesdropper nodded.
Long story short, the eavesdropper and I decided to open up the bar for 1 hour to anybody wearing a uniform. The eavesdropper and I would split the bill 50/50. The number of soldiers grew to about 20 when the bartender rang the bell and made the announcement. The cheer that rose up from these men and women in uniform was deafening!
Just the look on the faces of these soldiers more than compensated me. Having a stranger buy them drinks, and show appreciation meant way more than the free drinks in my opinion. These were folks heading back to the middle east, but for an hour, at least, they had the time of their lives.
In the end, my flight boarded just as the hour was up. I paid my end of the tab and ran to my gate after several goodbye handshakes and a few goodbye hugs. I had always heard the stories of Viet Nam vets having come home to angry protesters, and I felt proud that this time, it did not go that way.
Two weeks later, I found myself inside that same Atlanta airport bar. Recognizing me, the bartender came over to shake my hand. As it turns out, the bartender also eavesdropped on that conversation 2 weeks ago and had extended the open bar for an additional hour.
Amazing how contagious the spirit of appreciation!