I wrote this last August as I was heading out of town. I came upon it today and couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I pull into the airport garage, park, and unload my bags. I see a soldier and several kids unloading things from a car a row away. I think of walking over and saying, “Thanks for serving,” but it feels awkward.
I head for the terminal, see the family headed for the elevator option, think again about expressing my gratitude, and continue into the terminal.