I saw this in the DMN and almost broke down when I read it.
It all began with a chance encounter at an airport, a glance, an offer, a quiet chat.
What’s your seat number, soldier?
It’s 23-B, sir, the soldier told the businessman.
No, son, that’s my seat. Yours is in first class.
And then another passenger gave up their seat to a soldier. And then another. And then another. Again and again until every soldier on-board was sitting in first class.
First class? Yeah, I know what that means – it’s the person you are and the things you do, unselfishly and without any thought at all. Our soldiers are first class. It’s nice to know that there’s a lot people back home who think that way, too.