Why did I do that?
I'm sitting here in the Atlanta airport. As I came up the escalator into my terminal to make my connection I noticed a pair of military men (actually a man and a woman) sitting on the floor on their computers plugged in to power in the wall. i walked past them for a few steps and then backtracked and invited them into the Delta Crown Room club with me. It was a little awkward asking, and I'm sure they felt a little weird too, but they accepted. So the two of them unplugged and followed me into the terminal and then into the club room. We kind of parted ways after we got in; they are in the next alcove on their machines. I'm not sure WHY I did it. I don't even feel like I did anything special. But they seem to appreciate the offer and they get to sit on comfy chairs instead of the hard floor.
Why do I feel like a two faced piece of ****? At one level it seems like I did a good thing, but I certainly don't feel any better about it. The two of them are on their way back to Iraq. It's her second tour and his third. THIRD! Why is he going back a THIRD time? I don't know. I didn't ask. I actually feel bad for them, but I dont understand why.
I can't actually see them from where I'm sitting, but they were very appreciative, and they smile when I walk past them. So I think I made them happy. Why does it feel so empty?
Why do I feel like a two faced piece of ****? At one level it seems like I did a good thing, but I certainly don't feel any better about it. The two of them are on their way back to Iraq. It's her second tour and his third. THIRD! Why is he going back a THIRD time? I don't know. I didn't ask. I actually feel bad for them, but I dont understand why.
I can't actually see them from where I'm sitting, but they were very appreciative, and they smile when I walk past them. So I think I made them happy. Why does it feel so empty?