“Sir, I would like to personally thank you for your service to our country and protecting our freedom“. SSG Hurst looked at the stewardess through his name brand glasses. He’s gotten accustomed to wearing sunglasses all day in the desert.
“You’re welcomed Maam.”
“Can I get you something else, Sir?”
“Maam the name is Sergeant, I work for a living.”
“Please forgive me--Sergeant.”
“No…..I‘m good, I don‘t need anything.”
Sergeant Hurst managed to strain a smirk even after realizing she was only trying to do what she felt was her duty.
He and his First Sergeant were on their last flight from fighting the war in Iraq. They were on their way home and Top noticed the situation. “Hey man, I think she was trying to holler at cha. What’s up with that Sergeant s***?”
SSgt Hurst came back with a snap response, “That woman doesn’t know anything about me or the damn Army, she was just doing her patriot thing. I ain’t trying to pick up no freak, and give less than a damn about political correct s*** of soupin up the bullet catchers. The treatment of the Vietnam Veterans by the government let everyone know that nobody loves a soldier till the enemies at the f***** gate, like on 9-11 when we found them in our gotdamn bedroom”, Dan said with a stone cold face.