Tender moment:).

A few years back, I was in West Virginia for a wedding. While I was outside having a cigarette, 3 burley looking biker dudes rode up.

One stood outside to smoke while the others went into register. The guy and I struck up a conversation and he told me, with tears in his eyes, that they had all been in Viet Nam together and had just made a trek to The Memorial Wall in Washington. D.C. He had been so overwhelmed and touched by the wall and, of course, had learned the fate of many of his fellow soldiers.

I was so moved by this man and his words that I could barely speak...all the while the horrors of what our public did to those men when they came home, reeling through my head. He walked away to go find his room-mates and I just couldn't let our moment end like that. I followed him inside, walked up to him, and held out my hand.

As he took my hand, I started to cry as I said, "I am so sorry for the way you were treated. I appreciate, from the bottom of my heart, everything you and all the men did, the sacrafice's you made, and the price you paid to serve this country." He was so touched; he shook my hand with tears in his eyes. I could barely walk away.

Just felt like sharing this wonderful moment of my life.

Hugs, Phyl