Monday, September 30, 2013
An American Hero
On a cold February morning in the early ‘90’s, I was shooting sporting clays in Tampa, Florida. A cold rain ran us into a metal barn that had tables, chairs, coffee and doughnuts. I sat at one end of a long table romancing the hot coffee when a big man, followed by a black lab, walked through the door. He had a 28 gauge over and under crooked over his left arm as the cold drizzle turned into a hard rain. General H. Norman Schwarzkopf, the hero of the Gulf War, looked like a mountain of a man or an NFL lineman. There were only about fifteen men in the building and many ran up to him wanting an autograph. He politely obliged and then looked in my direction and walked to my table and sat down directly down across from me and my friends, Larry Bridge and Mike Stinger.
Scott Railey on 09/30 at 02:29 PM
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