Mama and Papa Martini are in Mexico this week for the Thanksgiving holiday (rough life, no?), and sent me this e-mail while they were waiting for their flight:
“Soldiers come in every morning from Afganistan.
Everyone was up and applauding.
Brought a tear to the eye”
The airport waitress my mom spoke to said that a fresh set of troops comes home from the war every morning, and leaves airport customs at 8:00 am. She also said that each time they appear, the whole airport breaks into thundering applause. Apparently it was so moving, that even my dad became a little misty-eyed at the whole event.
I may only be a pseudo-Texan, and on a technicality at that (my parents have lived there for about 8 years, I never have), but I’ll tell you what – there is really nothing like the pride Texans have for their country. God bless ’em.