I met a saint on Wednesday. I was leaving the pisser at this gas station. A old man walked by with one of those veterans hats. This hat had the flag raising of Iwo Jima on it. He was 92 years old. I said "hey devil" and he looked back at me. I asked if he was there and he gave me his dates on island. During our conversation (which was basically a stare at each other, a lot can be said with that type of interaction) both of our mouths tried to make words but nothing came out. I shook his hand and said thank you. The look on his face was one of the best stories I ever heard. read more