Following my recent posts on the state of contemporary England, I couldn’t resist copying this moving true story that was sent to me by a friend from Norwich in England. I don’t mind confessing that it caused my exiled English eyes to well up with patriotic tears:

Last week I was in West London attending a conference.
While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people
behind me beginning to clap and cheer.
I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts
of patriotism I have ever seen.
Moving through the terminal was a group of soldiers in their
uniforms, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost
everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and
cheering.
When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and
cheered for, it hit me. I’m not alone. I’m not the only red blooded
Briton who still loves this country and supports our troops and
their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping
for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the
line everyday for us so we can go to school, work, and enjoy our
home without fear or reprisal.
Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of
our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years
old, ran up to one of the male soldiers.
He knelt down and said ‘hi,’ the little girl then asked him if he
would give something to her daddy for her.
The young soldier didn’t look any older than maybe 22 himself, said
he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy.
Suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him
the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.
The mother of the little girl, who said her daughters name was
Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Corporal and
had been in Afghanistan for 5 months now.
As the mum was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed
her father, the young soldier began to tear up.
When this temporarily single mum was done explaining her situation,
all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second.
Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking
walkie-talkie.
They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back
over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, ‘I spoke to your
daddy and he told me to give this to you.’
He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a
Kiss on the cheek.
He finished by saying ‘Your daddy told me to tell you that he loves
you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.’
The mum at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the
young soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mum.
I was standing no more than 6 feet away as this entire event unfolded.
As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people
resumed their applause.
As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few
dry eyes, including my own.
That young soldier in one last act of moment turned around and blew
a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek.
We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families
and thank God for them and their sacrifices.
At the end of the day, it’s good to be an Englishman.