Once A Marine . . .

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 . . .

 

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One response to “Once A Marine . . .

  1. Awwwww, good for you, girl! Loved this posting of yours.

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