They filled the airports that weekend, as I travelled home.
I wondered about their stories as I saw them. How much have they given up to serve our country? What all have their families gone through to support them?
I wanted to go up to each one and say “thank you.” But I’d have missed every flight.
There was the man in line at the sub shop with the t-shirt that said, “Don’t worry America…” on the front.
When he turned around I saw the depiction of a soldier, gun in hand, and the words, “my nephew’s got your back.”
There was the one walking toward me in full uniform, on crutches. I tried to smile my thanks as I walked on in search of my lost cell phone.
I hope he knew my smile was one of respect and gratitude, not of pity.
I came home and tried to put my thank you into words for Veteran’s Day. But each attempt seemed so inadequate.
I cried through the Facebook posts from the wife of one veteran. And I wanted to stand up and applaud after reading another friend’s tribute to military wives.
Thank you. The words seem so small. But they carry a heart full of meaning when addressed to the men and women who fight for my freedom.
(for the Five-Minute Friday prompt “thank you”, written in much more time than 5 minutes)