Date: Thursday, March 24, 2011, 2:15 PM
As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.
The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car, and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five feet away.
I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too, and took a few steps towards him.
I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something. The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade. He then turned back to the old man. I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying:
'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age.' And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.
I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief, and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine.
He then went to his wife and spoke with her; he appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough, and I approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight, and as I got near him I said, 'Looks like you're having a problem.'
He smiled sheepishly, and quietly nodded his head. I looked under the hood myself, and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me. Looking around, I saw a gas station up the road, and I told the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went I inside. I saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them, and related the problem the old man had with his car. I offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.
The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine), I spoke with the old gentleman.
When I shook hands with him earlier, he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too. I nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve with?'
He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal ...
He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over. As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood. They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me. I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.
He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it and I stuck it in my pocket. We all shook hands all around again, and I said my goodbye's to his wife.
I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station. Once at the station, I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me
One of them pulled out a card from his pocket, looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me. Both of the men told me then that they were Marine Corps Reserves. Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I would and drove off.
For some reason I had gone about two blocks, when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name was written: 'Congressional Medal of Honor Society.'
I sat there motionless, looking at the card and reading it over and over. I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together because one of us needed help. He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage, and an honor to have been in his presence. Remember, OLD men like him gave you FREEDOM for America . Thanks to those who served and still serve, and to all of those who supported them, and who continue to support them.
America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war. America is at the Mall. If you don't stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them!
Remember, Freedom isn't Free. Thousands have paid the price, so that you can enjoy what you have today.
LET'S DO THIS: JUST 19 WORDS:
GOD OUR FATHER, WALK THROUGH MY HOUSE AND TAKE AWAY ALL MY WORRIES; AND PLEASE WATCH OVER AND HEAL MY FAMILY;AND PLEASE PROTECT OUR FREEDOMS, AND WATCH OVER OUR TROOPS, WHO ARE DEFENDING THOSE FREEDOMS.AMEN
This prayer is so powerful. Pass this prayer to 12 people, including me.
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Wow. To meet a CMH winner would be cool.
Not enough to make a 36 font prayer for an email blitz...but cool.
So how is it again that a broken down car requires me to pray based on an unsolicited email?
On a side note...whats with needing a 'google blogger' account now to leave a message?
America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war. America is at the Mall.
But W told us the way to defeat the terrorists was to go shopping. No mention of sacrifice or hardships. Just doing our part!
First Anon,
You should be able to leave comments without any kind of account. That's the way it appears on my end, anyway. I will investigate further.
dave
Curator, MRWD
I hate to be a pedantic killjoy here, but I'm going to have to call shenanigans. Given the details we know:
1. Marine Corps, 1st Division, WWII
2. Medal of Honor recipient
3. Retired from the Marine Corps after WWI was over
4. Still living during production run of the Cadillac Escalade (1999-present, excepting 2002)
I think you will find that this is what we call "a made up story," because there are no people who fit all these criteria.
Also, can I just throw out there that even an old Marine would probably recognize an overheated engine?
Dave,
Nevermind. I was so sidetracked with the right wing nonsense...I had a brain freeze.
All is good now.
"And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot."
That is a nice touch.
But he should have been a driving a Prius for maximum bullshit.
In fact, one can search all Medal of Honor recipients, and nobody from 1st Marine Division got it until the Korean War.
But what a man our mythical decorated WWII vet is, if sometime in the past ten years he could push his broken Escalade (an SUV) around!
I'd say the only really offensive detail here is trying so hard to smear them lazy young'uns that the author winds up standing around watching an old man struggle with his car and plead for help until he's been sufficiently rejected.
The old man didn't push the Escalade, that belonged to the no-respect young guy. (Most likely a minority who doesn't give a shit)
No, the old man pushes his overheated car under the loving branches of some conviently placed tree in the dreams of the RW lunatic who thought up this yarn.
I confess that I couldn't be bothered to gag my way through load of typically victimizing bullshit. What stood out for me is the fact that the incredibly self-righteous "narrator" stands around for quite a while watching the alleged old dude decorated marine hero before getting off his/her lazy self-righteous, judgemental butt and offering the old guy some assistance. Why didn't the narrator go over to the old guy, you know, right away???
No decorations for this load of hogwash. What a bunch of nonsense. Guess the rightwing think thank writer wasn't paid much that day, so sent out an inferior product.
Not even sure what the point is??? Other to whine and complain endlessly about ??? nothing (as usual).
These blatant displays of military worship make me want to vomit. Especially when religion is thrown into the mix. Just...ugh.
I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something. The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade. He then turned back to the old man. I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying:
This had to be a black guy with food stamps. Or at least it is inferred.
Wow- idiots - the award goes back to to the CIVIL WAR...
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