A story for our time

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Someone at work sent me this in an email. I thought some of you might like it as much as I did. :)

This is a wonderful story tastefully told.

As some of you may know, one of my sons serves in the military. He is still stateside here in California.
He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to him, and his troops,

Everywhere he goes telling me how people shake their hands, and thank them for being willing to serve, and fight for not only our own freedoms but so that others may have freedoms also

But he also told me about an incident in the grocery store
he stopped at yesterday , on his way home from the base. He said that ahead of several people in front of him stood a woman dressed in a burkha. He said when she got to the cashier she loudly remarked about the US flag
lapel pin the cashier wore on her smock.

The cashier reached up and touched the pin, and said proudly,
"yes I always wear it and I probably always will."

The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she
was going to stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi.

A gentleman standing behind my son stepped forward,
putting his arm my son's shoulders, and nodding towards my son, said in a calm and gentle voice to the Iraqi woman
"Lady, hundreds of thousands of men and women
like this young man have fought and died so that YOU could stand here, in
MY country and accuse a check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen.

It is my belief that had you been this outspoken in YOUR own
country ,we wouldn't need to be there today. But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out so loud and clear, I'll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way back to Iraq so you can straighten out the mess in YOUR country that you are obviously here in MY country to avoid."

Everyone within hearing distance cheered.
 
There's a Black Conservative with a standing offer to send any disgruntled brother or sister to Africa, but only on stipulation that they never come back.

I think it's Hamblin (sic?) but you know my poor memory.


munk
 
Came from Germany in the early 1900's, then went over to Vichy France to fight against his ex-countrymen in a little engagement called WWI...got his purple heart when an artillery shell hit him and his artillery team, and carried german shrapnel to the grave with him. After the war he was a carpenter for years.

He simply loved his country.

Keith
 
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