One night this past summer I was driving home after midnight and I saw a very inebriated older man waiting for a streetcar. Something about his bearing struck m

One night this past summer I was driving home after midnight and I saw a very inebriated older man waiting for a streetcar. Something about his bearing struck me, so I stopped and gave him a lift home. We chatted, and he was indeed a veteran. When he tried to thank me for the lift, I told him that I owed him the debt of gratitude.