The real value of a cup of coffee and a newspaper

During a particularly dark day during the War for the Liberation of Kuwait, I was on patrol in the desert. In the distance I saw a small black spec, being followed by a trail of dust.

As I drew closer, I realized it was a truck. It stopped, a little man got out, opened up the side of his canteen truck, and offered me one of the most valuable gifts I ever received: a cup of lukewarm coffee and a two-week old newspaper. Continue reading “The real value of a cup of coffee and a newspaper”