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This morning a man named Sgt. Loving came into work and asked to speak to the manager. He stated his name, rank, and years in the service of the US Army. He just returned from four years in Iraq,.............................. to no home, no wife, and no job. His coat, bag, and military uniform are his only possessions. He stated that he has worked for everything in his life, including his promotion to Sergeant. He told us that times were tough, but he was still willing to work, and asked if he would be able to work for a sandwich.
I nearly fell to fucking pieces.
We gave him a free sub, chips, and drink. He opted to stay inside and eat, because "it's warm in here".
It broke my heart and fucked with my head so badly that I had to walk off the line and just go...........breathe....... for a few minutes. I felt physically ill for about two hours, and I'm still very shaken up.
He gave four years of his life to this POINTLESS EGO MANIACAL FUCKING WAR, killed for his country, in the name of a war we've been LIED TO about for over two decades, watched his comrades die, and upon returning to the HOMELAND he FOUGHT TO PROTECT......................................... cannot afford to buy his own lunch.
Fuck.
I am so lucky
I nearly fell to fucking pieces.
We gave him a free sub, chips, and drink. He opted to stay inside and eat, because "it's warm in here".
It broke my heart and fucked with my head so badly that I had to walk off the line and just go...........breathe....... for a few minutes. I felt physically ill for about two hours, and I'm still very shaken up.
He gave four years of his life to this POINTLESS EGO MANIACAL FUCKING WAR, killed for his country, in the name of a war we've been LIED TO about for over two decades, watched his comrades die, and upon returning to the HOMELAND he FOUGHT TO PROTECT......................................... cannot afford to buy his own lunch.
Fuck.
I am so lucky