A teacher at my school had a few students write essays about soldiers fighting in Iraq. My friend wrote about his father. The teacher asked him to come to the front of the class and read it. He did, and began crying. As soon as he finished reading, his father, who wasnt supposed to be home for another two months, walked in, in full uniform. My friend ran to his dad and hugged him and I couldnt help but get teary-eyed. It was amazing. Congratulations, Martin!