My Kind of Marine
Courtesy of Nancy A.
As the crowded airliner is about to take off, the peace is shattered by a
five-year-old boy who picks that moment to throw a wild temper tantrum. No
matter what his frustrated, embarrassed mother does to try to calm him
down, the boy continues to scream furiously and kick the seats around him.
Suddenly, from the rear of the plane, a man in a US. Marine Corps uniform
is seen slowly walking forward up the aisle. Stopping the flustered mother
with an upraised hand, the courtly, soft-spoken Marine leans down and
motioning toward his chest, whispers something into the boy's ear.
Instantly, the boy calms down, gently takes his mother's hand, and quietly
fastens his seat belt. All the other passengers burst into spontaneous
As the Marine slowly makes his way back to his seat, one of the cabin
attendants touches his sleeve. "Excuse me, sir," she ask quietly, "but
could I ask you what magic wor ds you used on that little boy?"
The Marine smiles serenely and gently confides, "I showed him my pilot's
wings, service stars, and battle ribbons, and explained that they entitle
me to throw one passenger out the plane door, on any flight I choose, and
that I was just about to make my selection for this flight."