This story is written by a coworker of mine. He does the same job I do, so it hits home...
Last night, my family and I had gone to church and I was wearing the black Block III [Apache] shirt that had been given to us for the Nov. 1st Block III [Apache] activities. After mass, a stranger tapped me on the shoulder and asked, "Do you work for Boeing ?" I told him yes. He then asked, "Do you build the Apache ?" I responded that I was a software engineer and that I worked on the Apache. This man then said, "Thank you! An Apache saved my son''s life. Because of you guys my son is still alive and he has two girls." This gave me goose bumps and brought my wife to tears.
A few minutes later, I saw this man again and decided to ask if his son was a pilot. He broke down crying and told the event that happened back in 2003. His son was Army Airborne when he and 3 others were pinned down taking fire. His son called in for air support but figured nobody would get there in time. His son had already accepted that he was going to die that day. An Apache came in, laid down ground fire, made sure the squad was OK, and stayed until they were safe. His son said the Apache and pilots were his angels. The man, completely in tears, again said, "Thank you". I told him that his son was the one who deserved the thanks for his service. He responded, "No. Thank you guys. And keep building those things".
We hear many times from management how we are making a difference, but when a complete stranger breaks down and thanks you for saving his son''s life, it is very humbling to know that everything we do, no matter how small, makes a difference and we should be proud of what we do. That day we had a part in impacting not only the life of a soldier, but an entire family.
I agree with my coworker; Thanks and God Bless to all of our armed forces.