It was at this point that the host approached me and shaking my hand, gently pulled me away from the fray.
“So, Clarence is it?” he asked.
His name was Steven and he was Gloria’s father.
“Yes, sir,” I answered.
He turned toward me with a kind face.
“You don’t have to be formal with me, son,” he said. “In fact, it seems to me that I should be calling you ‘sir’.”
I found this very surprising, considering the company he kept.
“I’ve always had great respect for people who are willing to put themselves in harm’s way and I think it’s a very noble thing you’re doing.”
“Uh, thank you,” I replied.
I was at a loss for words. I guess I’d mistakenly assumed that most, if not all, people of wealth had a tendency to look down on those in military service as they seemed to look down on everyone
