I won't bore you with details, but suffice it to say, it's been a long, crappy week.
About midway through the week, out of the blue, a complete stranger on this site, who happens to appreciate veterans, sent me a PM, asking for my mailing address. He said he had a little something for me.
Of course, my first question was, "Why me?" He responded with something about the explanation I had given for my screen name. He said he had a little tobacco to share with me. I PMed him my address.
Today, I received a NINE POUND box in the mail! Literally every tobacco I have on my wish list, along with some of my very favorite blends was in this box! Buried among the tobacco booty was a Hackert custom cob!
Let me clearly state here that I served during peacetime. I still have all of my appendages, and never saw a nanosecond of combat (at least in the military). I was (and still am) speechless. I called this gentleman and stuttered/stammered my way through a "thank you." I told him that I was probably not worthy of such incredible generosity.
His response was something along the lines of, "I appreciate your service, and I gifted you with the hopes that you will enjoy it, and pass on this generosity to someone else who would appreciate it."
Wow. This Brotherhood we have is unlike anything else I can think of in these troubled times. Simply amazing. I will make it my mission to do good unto others, as this Brother so selflessly did unto me.
Thank you....from the bottom of my heart. God bless you and yours, Amigo.
About midway through the week, out of the blue, a complete stranger on this site, who happens to appreciate veterans, sent me a PM, asking for my mailing address. He said he had a little something for me.
Of course, my first question was, "Why me?" He responded with something about the explanation I had given for my screen name. He said he had a little tobacco to share with me. I PMed him my address.
Today, I received a NINE POUND box in the mail! Literally every tobacco I have on my wish list, along with some of my very favorite blends was in this box! Buried among the tobacco booty was a Hackert custom cob!
Let me clearly state here that I served during peacetime. I still have all of my appendages, and never saw a nanosecond of combat (at least in the military). I was (and still am) speechless. I called this gentleman and stuttered/stammered my way through a "thank you." I told him that I was probably not worthy of such incredible generosity.
His response was something along the lines of, "I appreciate your service, and I gifted you with the hopes that you will enjoy it, and pass on this generosity to someone else who would appreciate it."
Wow. This Brotherhood we have is unlike anything else I can think of in these troubled times. Simply amazing. I will make it my mission to do good unto others, as this Brother so selflessly did unto me.
Thank you....from the bottom of my heart. God bless you and yours, Amigo.