Sappy banget. I could understand if people are clamoring to go to Afghanistan. Too bad if they got sucked into Iraq.
Yg gue pengen tahu dari elo beh, elo bakalan kasih si buyung menjadi Army of One? Atau si buyung dikasih jatah nembak dari jauh macamnya Navy atau Air Force? On Mon, Oct 27, 2008 at 4:00 PM, <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > Ajegile dan Hadi tulisannya enak dibaca > gaya reportasi unik si gile cukup menggelitik, lain dari yang lain > bahasa si hadi juga unik ( kemampuan fotogrpahynya biasa biasa aja..jauh > bagusan gua ) > > di bawah ini adalah satu contoh tulisan yang baik > tanpa bercengeng cengeng dia bisa menyentuh pembacanya.. > > kita kita bisa belajar dari si rita > > > > > > The Sack Lunches > > I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned > seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to > read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought. > Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all > the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. > 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. > 'Chicago - to Great Lakes Base. We'll be there for two weeks for special > training, and then we're being deployed toIraq ' > After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches > were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached > Chicago, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time. > As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned > to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. > Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to Chicago ' > His friend agreed. > I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to > the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. > 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed > tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in > Iraq; it's almost like you are doing it for him.' > Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were > seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or > chicken?' > 'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the > front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first > class. 'This is your thanks.' > After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for > the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of > it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars. > Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the > aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking > for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the > plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an said, > 'I want to shake your hand.' > Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a > booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, > someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was > embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers. > Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man > who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to > shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm. > When we landed in Chicago I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. > Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something > in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another > twenty-five dollars! > Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to > the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It > will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a > sandwich. God Bless You.' > Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow > travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their > safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could > only give them a couple of meals. > It seemed so little... > A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check Made > payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and > including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in This > country who no longer understand it.' > > > Rita > > > > > ------------------------------------ > > Post message: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Subscribe : [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Unsubscribe : [EMAIL PROTECTED] > List owner : [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Homepage : http://proletar.8m.com/Yahoo! 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