At a small Japanese restaurant near Fort Benning, we shared sushi, laughter, and the rare joy of being together during Family Weekend. But the real gift came at the end—when strangers quietly paid our $100 bill and slipped away, leaving only a message: “Thank your son for his service.”
It wasn’t about dinner. It was about kindness, gratitude, and the reminder that even the quietest acts can stay with you forever.
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