Always a Marine . . .
Is something my Dad used to say . . a lot . . . and tonight I was reminded of that fact . . .
I went to Penn Station for dinner . . . because I’m a creature of habit . . . and I wanted to see if The College Football Game was on . . .
I got there early so the game wasn’t on yet. I listened to the pre-game stuff. Blah, blah, blah . . .
Then, just as I was done with my dinner and ready to leave, the color guard came out and some yahoo I’ve never heard of started singing the National Anthem . . .
I was standing to leave anyway so I thought I’d watch the yahoo sing the song and look at the lovely fireworks and the other on-field excitement . . . and that’s when I saw him . . .
The wonderful USMC Vietnam Vet that had been eating dinner a couple of tables away from me a little earlier . . . he stopped to talk to a couple of his friends on the way out the door . . . and stood up . . . and saluted . . . when he heard the National Anthem . . . and stood at attention . . . one hand in a wonderful USMC perfection salute . . . and the other hand holding on to his walker . . .
I stood with him . . . because no Marine should stand alone during the Anthem . . . and then watched him bring down his salute and then resume his conversation with his friend.
I stopped on my way out of the restaurant and thanked him for his service with a choked up voice and a couple of tears in my eyes. He saw the Marine Corps pin on my coat and probably thought I was a fellow Marine . . . and I would have told him about the proud Marine that is the reason for the pin on my coat . . . but I was too choked up to say anything to him . . .
So I left the restaurant and sat in Hal for about 5 minutes and cried . . .
Semper Fi Mac . . .