Today I was having lots of fun joking with all the you young boots that were on the way back to become real troops. We also had sone troops on the way back to the sandbox and some going to Germany. Lots of fun kidding around with them. Not one could get away without a hand shake and a be safe from me. I took some ribbing from my co-workers but in good fun.

But the mood changed as a mother and father came up to us to check-in for a flight to Frankfurt or to Huston. Mr. & Mrs Frist did not know the city they needed to go to. He is on the cell phone, she is with two friends. We fine out the son is WIA has burns on 80%-95%. We get the word its Frankfurt, we get them set up to go to the gate to board the flight. The friends are saying goodby at the counter, I ask them arn't you going down to the gates with them ? They say we can't due to TSA.

MY BUTT YOU GET A GATE PASS AND YOU GO WITH THEM.

After we get them on the way, the flight from PHL to FRA is full in coach no seat to give them. We made the calls and got them seats 4FG

I'm on my way to the back room to checkout and go home, it hits me, Mr. and Mrs. Hewitt back in 1967. I get out to my car. Now alone, I just sat I couldn't drive it was hard to move the tears would not stop. It took over and hour for me to stop.

FREEDOMS PRICE IS HIGH AND I PRAY THAT MR.& MRS FRIST SON DOES NOT PAY IT IN FULL

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