Custer
Riding in the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel Saturday night, I met a man in his sixties wearing a baseball cap proclaiming “Purple Heart.”
Immediately I said, “Wow! Purple Heart. Thank you for your service, Sir.”
He replied, “Actually TWO Purple Hearts. I was shot twice.” and as we clasped hands, I noticed a 7th Cavalry Regimental Crest pinned to his hat and I said, “Garry Owen!”
He beamed. Continue reading
