Flying from Mineapolis to Bozeman there was a young sergeant from the Mt. National Guard coming home. A very standup guy in first class switched seats with him. While we were waiting in bagage claim I thanked him for his his service. He was a bit teary eyed, (and more than a lttle buzzed) and said than from the time he got on a plane in Italy until he got home, he hadn't been able to buy a drink or pay for a meal. Thats the way it should be.
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