A hunched-over, old man walked in the door.
He wore weathered cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a flannel shirt.
His walking was heavily impaired by some ailment to the left leg.
He leaned hard on a cane.
Me and some other teens nearby started whispering about him, and then burst out laughing.
But since then, I've come to regret it.
You see, I learned his story...
That hunched-over old cowboy was a World War II veteran.
He'd been drafted as a young man, and sent overseas.
One day he was stuck in a foxhole with five of his fellow soldiers,
When a grenade was thrown in.
In the act of pushing his comrades out of the way,
He received a bad wound in the back of his leg from the blast.
But he saved the lives of those men.
That man
Was a hero.
He wore weathered cowboy boots, blue jeans, and a flannel shirt.
His walking was heavily impaired by some ailment to the left leg.
He leaned hard on a cane.
Me and some other teens nearby started whispering about him, and then burst out laughing.
But since then, I've come to regret it.
You see, I learned his story...
That hunched-over old cowboy was a World War II veteran.
He'd been drafted as a young man, and sent overseas.
One day he was stuck in a foxhole with five of his fellow soldiers,
When a grenade was thrown in.
In the act of pushing his comrades out of the way,
He received a bad wound in the back of his leg from the blast.
But he saved the lives of those men.
That man
Was a hero.
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