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At The Steakhouse"
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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 wou! ld treasure the thought of me being here, thinking about him until he returned home to me.

I 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 th! e 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'. Hmph! 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 "Class 'A' dress uniform" the day he slipped it on my finger. I wondered what he was wearing now. Probably his desert uniform, affectionately dubbed "coffee stains" with a heavy bulletproof vest over it.!

"You know, we should just leave Iraq alone. I don't think they are hiding any weapons. In fact, I bet it's all a big act just to increase the president's popularity. That's all it is, padding the military budget at the expense of our social security and education. And, you know what else? We're just asking for another 9-11. I can't say when it happens again that we didn't deserve it."

Their words brought to mind the war protesters I had watched gathering outside our base. Did no one appreciate the sacrifice of brave men and women, who leave their homes and family to ensure our freedom? Do they even know what "freedom" is?

I glanced at the table where the young men were sitting, and saw their courageous faces change. They had stopped eating and looked at each other dejectedly, listening to the women talking.

"Well, I, for one, think it's just deplorable to invade Iraq, and I am certainly sick of our tax dollars going to train professional baby killers we call a military."

Professional baby killers? I thought about what a wonderful father my husband is, and of how long it would be before he would see our children again.

That's it! Indignation rose up inside me. Normally reserved, pride in my husband gave me a brassy boldness I never realized I had. Tonight one voice will answer on behalf of our military, and let her pride in our troops be known.

Sliding out o! f my booth, I walked around to the adjoining booth and placed my hands flat on their table. Lowering myself to eye level with them, I smilingly said,

"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. You see, I'm sitting here trying to enjoy my dinner alone. And, do you know why? Because my husband, whom I love with all my heart, is halfway around the world defending your right to say rotten things about him. Yes, you have the right to your opinion, and what you think is none of my business."

"However, what you say in public is something else, and I will not sit by and listen to you ridicule MY country, MY president, MY husband, and all the other fine American men and women who put their lives on the line, just so you can have the "Freedom" to complain. Freedom is an expensive commodity, ladies. Don't let your actions cheapen it."

I must have been louder that! I meant to be, because the manager came over to inquire if everything was all right. "Yes, thank you," I replied. Then turning back to the women, I said, "Enjoy the rest of your meal."

As I returned to my booth applause broke out. I was embarrassed for making a scene, and went back to my half eaten steak. The women picked up their check and scurried away.

After finishing my meal, and while waiting for my check, the manager returned with a hug! e apple cobbler Ala mode. "Compliments of those soldiers," he said. He also smiled and said the ladies tried to pay for my dinner, but that another couple had beaten them to it. When I asked who, the manager said they had already left, but that the gentleman was a veteran, and wanted to take care of the wife of "one of our boys."

With a lump in my throat, I gratefully turned to the soldiers and thanked ! them for the cobbler. Grinning from ear to ear, they came over and surrounded the booth. ! "We just wanted to thank you, ma'am. You know we can't get into confrontations with civilians, so we appreciate what you did."

As I drove home, for the first time since my husband's deployment, I didn't feel quite so alone. My heart was filled with the warmth of the other diners who stopped by my table, to relate how they, too, were proud of my husband, and would keep him in their prayers. I knew their flags would fly a little higher the next day.

Perhaps they would look for more tangible ways to show their pride in our country, and the military who protect her. And! maybe, just maybe, the two women who were railing against our country , would pause for a minute to appreciate all the freedom America offers, and the price it pays to maintain its freedom.

As for me, I have learned that one voice CAN make a difference. Maybe the next time protesters gather outside the gates of the base where I live, I will proudly stand on the opposite side with a sign of my own. It will simply say, "Thank You!"

To those who fought for our Nation:&nb! sp; Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know.


A prayer request from an Air Force Commander in Afghanistan. "We need Christians to pray, pray, pray."


Please pray for God's protection of our troops and HIS wisdom for their commanders. Pass this on to as many as you think will respond.

"Lord, hold our troops in Your loving hands.

Protect them as they protect us.

Bless them and their families for the selfless acts

they perform for us in our time of need.

I ask this in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior. Amen"

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground, air, and navy personnel in every area of the middle east. There is nothing attached...

This can be very powerful.... please pass this on!

Of all the gifts you could give to anyone in the US Military.

Prayer is the very best one.....Amen

Thats one cool lady Git Er Done.................later,Dave

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that story brings tears to my eyes!

thanks for sharing this story, i think it represents well, the sacrafice the men and women of america make when they swear that oath to protect and defend the constitution of the Greatest Country on Earth Today!

Proud of our troops,
and more proud to salute G.W.B as Commander and Chief

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I wish I knew where I could find her to ask how her husband is doning. Its not just the troops that suffer but the familys and just not knowing. Man our Country and troops rock the best out there bar none, Yea I sure would like to keep this off the other board so all who visit TTMB can read it...................................later,Dave

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wow! you are the perceft human being....

...Im glad you stood for YOUR country, MY country, OUR country and THEIR country. AMEN sister! god bless y'all!

I could go on and on about the people who disaprove of Bush and the Freedom War.... All I'll say to the disaprovers is, they are there to proect their freedom and, most of all, your freedom as an American. they (americans) have liberated MILLIONS of IRAQIS. they have turned a DICTATORSHIP in to a DEMOCRACY. I'll leave it at that. I dont want this to go to the 'other board'.......JJ

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Excellent story!

My little brother is training his company of 80 or so Texas National Guard soldiers right now to deploy them to Iraq in a couple of months. As a Company Commander he has a full time job with the Guard and other than our parents and us he has no family.

I have alot of respect for the service of all of our Nations armed service soldiers. The N.G. are no exception. I seath with Wanna Kick a Kerrey Butt Anger whenever he speaks disparagingly of Bushes service with them. When these men and women signed up for their Guard hitches they knew they could be called up to serve but none of them would have thought it would be for a 1-2 years of active duty and often more than one rotation in a war zone (this will be my brothers 2nd counting Kosovo). They sacrifice alot with family and carreers to go and preserve our freedom and that of other nations - nations that don't often seem to want it.

I was thrilled to see an Iraqi Olympic team competing in soccer at the Olympics. This week President Bush had some kind words about how that was happening and under a free and democratic Iraq.

Unfortunately the printed interviews with the Iraqi athletes showed another side. They sympathized more with the Fallujah and Najaf terrorists then our President or military. One even said if it wasn't for soccer he'd be fighting against us. Makes no sense when 4 years ago these same athletes would have been torchered by Qusay Hussein (Saddams dead son) who headed the Iraqi Olympic committee just for failing to perform in practice.

At least now though they have the freedom to disagree, protest, and speak their minds. Just wish they'd do it without an AK-47 or RPG in their hands. If they cannot, I hope someone provides them an intimitate encounter with their 77 virgins or however many it is they look forward to in the afterlife.


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One Voice

Man I have a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye
after that. My father served in WWII and was wounded
and I served in the military and can only say that that
was one helluva story. I read the story by Jessica
Lynch in the Parade and she told here meaning of
freedom and the price that is paid for it. Also the
patriotic side too it also. What it means to be free.
Sometime people take for granted the price of freedom.
Amen Sister.

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I have read that story maybe 100 times

and I tear up every time. I remember the feeling every time I was deployed to someplace unknown. I did not have any kids at the time but had and still have a loving wife. The look on her face always go to me. I would also look around at all the other wives, girlfriends and the children, the familes always outnumbered the troops and there was never a dry eye. We would sit for hours on the bus/truck/plane and never speak a word all of our thoughts were back home with them.
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