Well, Gator-boy injured my knee. Somehow or another he slammed into my feet while I had my legs crossed one too many times...or flopped over on my dangling foot one too many times...or something. My knee has been bothering me for about a month now. I noticed that it didn't hurt while I was at work and attributed that to my wearing support hose.
SO, this lead me to be at Walmart at 8AM Saturday (yesterday) to buy a knee support to wear at home.
In the aisle with the supports was a soldier in uniform. All I could tell you was he was wearing Army fatigues as I tried not to stare at him for details (soldiers are people too you know).
This soldier came up behind me as I was checking out.
So, I did something that is very hard for me to do.
I turned around and spoke to him.
Then I screwed up all my courage (I'm rather shy), held out my hand and said "God Bless you sir." And I meant it with all my heart. It occured to me on the way home...he could be dead in a year....dead for my freedom.
It was an honor to shake a soldier's hand and I'm so glad I took the 10 seconds to do it. Next time I see a soldier out and about I will make sure I shake their hand too.
And here's a couple of videos I got from Cookie ....
Just to remind you how real this war is. This taken from a C-130 Gunship during an attack by insurgents on British troops...
the good guys are flashing...bad guys are solid white