She's a cashier at a supermarket, and I do not know her name.
In fact, if she hadn't had to ask a co-worker to check the price of an item I was buying, we might have exchanged no more than a few words.
But there we were, killing time, and we struck up a conversation.
She'd been having a rough day. And it was far from over.
I asked how much longer she had before the end of her shift.
Five more hours, she said. Then, after being on her feet at the store all day, she'd have to get her baby ready for bed. With her husband in the military, she was facing a long evening alone.
I wished her well and left the store, wondering how many other military spouses would go home that evening to a child -- or children -- who needed to be fed, read to and put to bed at the end of what might have been a long day.
The sacrifices of these wives and husbands, left behind to hold their families together on their own, don't get the recognition they should. This is one small attempt to right that wrong.
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