When my husband returned from Iraq March 2004 I picked him up in Miami headed home. First meal he wanted was Cracker Barrell so we stopped with our then young daughter. There were 2 young mothers at the next table with 3 or 4 children. They bought one plate for the kids to split and they bought cheap meals for themselves. You could tell this was a big deal to be eating in a restaurant for this group. I watched as the kids were all well mannered. They left before us. When it came time we asked our waitress for our check she said those ladies took care of it and left you this. It was a note scribbled on a pamphlet you get at church. "Thank you to you and your family for what you have done for our country" My husband is now retired and that note is in our prized momentos among his medals. I still cry each time I even think about it.