Sam walks through the airport in uniform, having just gotten home from 4 months in Georgia. While grabbing his bag, a woman walks over and says, “Thank you so much for your service. We appreciate you.”
He nods and smiles, eyes wet, as she smiles and pats his arm.
At the elevator, we hear, “Thanks for all you do for us.” Turning, there is another woman standing there with 3 kids looking at us. She nods to me, “And for you – for all the times you wait at home for him.”
A few years ago (Sam was in the Marines) a waiter walks up to us during our meal and says,
“The gentleman just leaving? He paid for your meal and said to tell you thank you.”
An older man with a WWII hat on stops Sam as he deploys to Okinawa, grabbing his arm and choking out a, “Be safe, good luck.”
The flight attendant bumps him to first class without a word.
A lady in Georgia rushes up to Sam as we check out of the hotel and says hurriedly, “Oh, thank you so much for your sacrifice and willingness to serve!”
Our church congregation gives the military a standing ovation on Memorial Day as all the men and women standing, who have served, hold back their tears.
A basket full of cards, food, and gifts comes when Sam is in Iraq and I am alone. All people who wanted to let me know they were praying about us.
The comments on here as people read about us as a military family blow me away time and time again – thank you.
The friends and family who have reached out and showered us with things we needed, calls, check ins, and offers of help; as we move, he leaves, or we are left unsure of what life is going to throw us – we love you guys.
You can’t fathom what it means to hear or see that you care about our military. The people who have told my husband and I these things, who have done things for us; we will never forget them. They make what we go through when he leaves worth it. I know what it means to Sam, I see his face for hours afterwards as he remembers the kind words and gestures.
Oddly enough, I get very shy about saying these things to someone in uniform – even though I do realize it may mean the same to them as it does to Sam. But the other day I was at the San Diego airport after BlogHer, and there was a young Marine in front of me boarding to leave from boot camp to his stationing. As he grabbed his tickets, trying to maneuver all his gear, I shook off my nerves and put my hand on his arm.
“Thank you for your service.”
The smile that spread across his boyish face and the quick nod he gave me – well, that was all worth it for me too. It was the least I could do for what he is so willing to do for all of us.