This was posted before, and please post it again in a month or two! I think we all should see this. My personal take on this, call it the Quaker's patriotic version of his Montana trip.
We got held over from Minneapolisis to Bozeman for hours. It was supposed to leave at quarter to ten, we were wheels up at 2 am. Every concession was closed. No beer, just one Mickey D's and vending machines. Still, it was a relatively happy bunch as most of us were going on vacation. One of the passengers was an Army specialist of the Mt. guard coming home. One of the first class guys gave him his ticket and switched seats. Very classy, and he got free drinks (or would have if Delta hadn't provided for those of us in steerage by way of apology), so he had to settle for the offers. When we got to Bozeman at 3am, there was this girl in spandex and heels done up to the nines. No woman dreses like that at 3am unless its for a guy, and everyone who saw her knew which guy, since she had home town cheerleader written all over her. Those of us up front with no carry ons got to baggage claim early and she kept looking. Then then the soldier came out and she was on him like white on rice. Honestly, I'm misting up typing this. It was like they were the only two people in the world and there wasn't a dry eye in the airport. It was very humbling.
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