You came through my line today,
Your war torn face creased with the experience from the life you have lived,
with the sacrifices that you have given freely.
The freedoms you sacrificed for me to be free.

It was obvious in the pride in your stature if I asked if you needed help,
"No, I can do this" you said in a frustrated tone.
Others might have gotten sassy back, but I saw the meaning.
When your back straightened I saw the feeling.
When I turned and looked at the screen, that showed you on the camera,
I saw your shoulders slump, as if to say, I do need help, but I don't want it.

Your once strong hands fumbled with the card machine.
I turned and asked, "Sir, Have you ever been in the military?"
Your face tightened, but your back straightened again, your chest puffed out,
"Yes, as a matter o' fact I served in two wars." Your voice crackled with pride.

I warmly said thank you for your service, and you asked me if I ever served. I said, No I am a mother of three.
You said, "You serve your country every day, that is if you are raising them right, with the Lord."
"Yes, sir, I do my best" I reply with a shy turn of face.

What you did next shocked me. You clicked your heels and saluted me.
a tear ran down your face. I don't know what I did that struck the cord, but I did.

A tear fell from my eye as well, we shared a moment.

I told you politely that we offer a ten percent discount to veterans, and you smiled wide.
I helped with your card. Then a man helped you put the things in your car.

Humility, and Pride
Joy and Sorrow,
None should you hide
They make a better tomorrow
They all lead you right,
if in equal parts
They help you know when to fight
and when to use your heart.