A little long but interesting none the less.

WIFE'S REQUEST

I was sitting alone in one of those loud, casual steak houses

that you find all over the country. You know the type--a bucket

of peanuts on every table, shells littering the floor, and a

bunch of perky college kids racing around with long neck

beers and sizzling platters.

Taking a sip of my iced tea, I studied the crowd over the rim

of my glass. My gaze lingered on a group enjoying their meal.

They wore no uniform to identify their branch of service, but

they were definitely "military:" clean shaven, cropped haircut,

and that "squared away" look that comes with pride.

Smiling sadly, I glanced across my table to the empty seat

where my husband usually sat. It had only been a few months

since we sat in this very booth, talking about his upcoming

deployment to the Middle East .

That was when he made me promise to get a sitter for the kids,

come back to this restaurant once a month and treat myself to

a nice steak. In turn he would treasure the thought of me being here,

thinking about him until he returned homeI fingered the little flag pin I constantly

wear and wondered where he was at this very moment. Was he

safe and warm? Was his cold any better? Were my letters

getting through to him? As I pondered these thoughts, high pitched

female voices from the next booth broke into my thoughts.

"I don't know what Bush is thinking about. Invading Iraq You'd

think that man would learn from his old man's mistakes.

Good lord. What an idiot! I can't believe he is even in office.

You do know, he stole the election."

I cut into my steak and tried to ignore them, as they began an

endless tirade running down our president.

I thought about the last night I spent with my husband, as he

prepared to deploy. He had just returned from getting his smallpox and anthrax shots.

The image of him standing in our kitchen packing his gas mask still gives me chills.

Once again the women's voices invaded my thoughts.

"It is all about oil, you know. Our soldiers will go in and

rape and steal all the oil they can in the name of 'freedom'.

Hmmm! I wonder how many innocent people they'll kill without

giving it a thought? It's pure greed, you know."

My chest tightened as I stared at my wedding ring. I could still

see how handsome my husband looked in his "mess dress"

the day he slipped it on my finger.

I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably [font=arial][size=2]

 

Great story!

 

Blue Shark this has to be one of the best stories I have read. Thanks. And GOD BLESS all our troops

 

AMEN, I say AMEN!!! [sm=icon_rock.gif]
Thanks for posting the story Bro. We all need a reminder from time to time, as to what America, and our American military,stand for.
God Bless our troops, where ever and when ever they may be called.

 

I get sick when I here people complaining about our Armed Forces. Ifwe didn't have the military, they wouldn't be allowed to voice their own opinions.

God bless America!