It was raining "cats and dogs" and I was late for physical training.
Traffic was backed up at Fort Campbell, Ky., and was moving way too slowly.
I was probably going to be late and I was growing more and more impatient.
The pace slowed almost to a standstill as I passed Memorial Grove, the site
built to honor the soldiers who died in the Gander airplane crash, the
worst redeployment accident in the history of the 101st Airborne Division
(Air Assault).

Because it was close to Memorial Day, a small American flag had been placed
in the ground next to each soldier's memorial plaque.
My concern at the time, however, was getting past the bottleneck,
getting out of the rain and getting to PT on time.
All of a sudden, infuriatingly, just as the traffic was getting started
again,
the car in front of me stopped. A soldier, a private of course,
jumped out in the pouring rain and ran over toward the grove.
I couldn't believe it! This knucklehead was holding up everyone for who
knows
what kind of prank. Horns were honking. I waited to see the butt-chewing
that
I wanted him to get for making me late.
He was getting soaked to the skin. His BDUs were plastered to his frame.
I watched-as he ran up to one of the memorial plaques, picked up the small
American flag that had fallen to the ground in the wind and the rain,
and set it upright again.
Then, slowly, he came to attention, saluted, ran back to his car, and drove
off.
I'll never forget that incident. That soldier, whose name I will never
know,
taught me more about duty, honor, and respect than a hundred books or a
thousand
lectures.
That simple salute -- that single act of honoring his fallen brother and
his flag --
encapsulated all the Army values in one gesture for me. It said, "I will
never forget.
I will keep the faith. I will finish the mission. I am an American soldier
."