Gift for Sergeant Sunshine
By John Erickson
Note: This story is written for a group of
teenagers to perform. It is not intended to
be intense until the end. Those acting as
NSA or NCIA should have fun with their
characters. The more exaggerated the
Setting: Military office. It is plain
with a desk in the center of the stage, a file
cabinet and a few chairs against the wall.
Clerk: Preferably female. She is
outgoing, efficient, and warm.
Captain: He is young and mentally out in
space. There is a lot he doesn’t understand.
PFC: Can be male or female. He/she is
new and doesn’t know much but is willing to
Lenny: He is very warm and always
smiling. He cares very much for everyone.
Sarg: He is always frowning and
grumpy. He only talks to get the job
done. He hates
Specialist Pinrod: He/she deals with
classified material. He/she is very
security. He/she is friendly and likes to
play practical jokes on occasion.
MSA: Spies on Pinrod. He/she doesn’t
say anything but tries to be sneaky and is bad at
it. MSA has no speaking part but should be
good at pantomime.
MCIA: Spies on MSA. He/she is equally
as incompetent at spying but fools MSA.
MCIA has no speaking part but
should be good at pantomime.
Corporal O’Malley: Preferably is male.
He works for the motor pool maintaining and
loading trucks. He may have grease on his
hands and clothes. He is not
sufficiently concerned about security in a war
zone and has trouble keeping his mouth shut.
During the Viet Nam war many American men
and women choose to serve their country because,
right or wrong, it was what the USA had chosen to
do. Other Americans protested that war,
perhaps with good reason. Protestors of the
Viet Nam war said unpleasant things to those who
chose to answer the call of duty. Those who
decided to defend their families, their country,
the right to protest against the war and gave
their lives and futures to defend those they loved
often came home to dishonor, ridicule, and even
disgrace. They fought for our country with
as much bravery and sacrifice as any, yet our
country turned their back on them. I am
proud to have stood among them as one of
them. While I was a soldier sent to another
country at the time, I am not ashamed to have
served my country and wish to dedicate this play
to those outstanding men and women who stood up
along side our country during its darkest days
even when those around them objected. You
are my heroes, and it is to you this play is
dedicated along with all who honor the United
States of America as members of the armed services
and those who honor God as members of His holy
A day in Late November
Clerk (Reading a letter he/she is writing to
his/her parents out loud)
Dear Mom and Dad,
The weather here is pretty nice for late
November. I got the Christmas presents you
sent today. You must have sent them in the
middle of summer. I’m anxious to see what is
inside. I also appreciate the cookies and so
do the others here. By the time they have
traveled a month or two to get here they are hard
enough we can use them to sand old wax off the
floors. Remember Lenny, the young guy who is
always happy, he suggested we order a Christmas
tree and garland for one of the main bunkers out
at the front lines to let them know we are
thinking of them. I’ll probably order those
things today. Lenny sent a letter to his
home church and asked the people to make
recordings to tell the guys they were praying for
them and how much they appreciated what the troops
are doing. We ordered a player for CDs and a
case of batteries and even threw in a CD of
Christmas music. We have a convoy of
supplies and Christmas meal going up to the front
just before Christmas so we hope to get our
“special delivery” included.
(Phone rings as the Captain and PFC enter)
Supply company 143. Yeah. Yeah.
No. Yeah. No. No. Well let
me know if you need any more facts. (Hangs
Don’t you just hate it when people try to pry
secrets from you?
Captain: Like what?
Clerk: See. There’s just no rest for the
sneaky. Christmastime is too close for
Captain: (Pulls back his ears) I can’t
help it. My mom tried taping them back when
was little but it never worked. And that
duct tape liked to make me bald.
Anyway, specialist Rodrigaz this is PFC
Clerk: We’re pleased to have you on board
PFC: (Jumps to attention). I’m pleased
to meet you too specialist. (Salutes)
Captain: Well, I have lots of work to do so
I’ll let the specialist give you all the
Clerk: Relax, I mean, at ease. Now
that basic training and A-I-T are over you can be
real person again. We save the attention
stuff for inspections and the movies.
The work the captain is doing is taking a
nap. You’ll probably hear him snoring
shortly. It keeps him out of trouble around
here and out of my hair. Have a seat
and I’ll tell you about the people who work
here. You’ve already met the captain
and have probably figured out he has trouble
following what’s going on. Our job
is to keep him from making orders that will harm
someone. Sometimes you have
to be fairly sneaky getting him to think what you
say was his idea. (Lenny enters)
Here comes Lenny Shelton . Lenny, this is
PFC Latire. You’ll like him. He’s a
lot of fun and really cares about people.
Lenny: Hi there. I’m pleased to meet
Clerk: Lenny is our resident clown slash
social director. He brightens up almost
everyone’s day except for one. His name is
Otis P. Meriweather. His favorite beverage
must be vinegar ‘cause he has a sour
disposition. For some reason he is
on Lenny’s case 24 hours a day. When Lenny
came up for promotion, he refused
to sign it. When Lenny put in for leave at
Christmas like the rest of us the Sarg
approved everyone else’s but tore his up
Lenny: I think he thinks I’m the one who put
too much starch in his shorts. He hates
everybody but not as much as me. I really
don’t know why. Maybe I remind him
of someone who stole his teddy bear in fifth grade
Clerk: Lenny calls him Sergeant Sunshine,
but not to his face.
Lenny: The poor man has issues. I
don’t have to have them too. I just do what
me and let him fret about whatever I remind him
about. I’ve been trying to think
of a Christmas present for him. Got any
Clerk: I have. How about….
Lenny: Be nice.
PFC: I’m sure, the way it sounds, the others
here can give you plenty of suggestions.
Lenny: Oh they have. I just don’t want
to go there.
Clerk: Too bad. I’d love to watch.
Lenny: How about silk underwear?
(Sarg enters looking his usual angry self)
Clerk: Sergeant Meriweather this is member
of our team
Sarg: Yeah. (Looks sort of in the PFC’s
direction and immediately turns back to the
clerk) Did you order the cleaning
Clerk: I have them typed up for the captain
to sign today.
Sarg: Well add a case of toilet
brushes. PFC Shelton, it appears you have
time on your hands. It’s time for you to
clean the rifles and pistols in the vault.
Lenny: I just cleaned all 167 of them last
Sarg: Our lives depend on those
weapons. Are you questioning my judgment
Lenny: No sergeant. (As he exits he
says) I vote for pink.
Clerk: (Sarg exits as Pinrod enters)
See why we call him Sergeant Sunshine?
Specialist Pinrod, I’d like you to meet PFC
Latire. He(she) just joined our team.
Specialist Pinrod handles all of our secret
Pinrod: Welcome to the insanity.
Whatever he(she) said, don’t believe half of it
question the other half.
PFC: It isn’t that crazy, is it?
Pinrod: No, it’s worse. Not from
this office though. Because I deal with
secret stuff all
the time I have some of our own guys from the
Military Security Agency (MSA)
that spy on me to see if I give away classified
secrets. Then there is another
agency, the Military Counter Intelligence Agency
(MCIA) that spies on the spies
that suspect me of spying. These guys are
spooky. They work at blending in so you won’t
notice them. Trust me, you’ll know.
Clerk: Surely it isn’t that bad, is
it? Come to think of it, it could be.
So, did you come
here to spy on us or are you just trying to
Pinrod Actually, I had a question about your
order. Before I place it I wanted to check
to make sure you intended to
order a ton of chocolate.
Clerk: That’s correct.
Pinrod: 2000 pounds?
Pinrod: OK. I give. Just why
would you order a ton of chocolate at Christmas
Clerk: Shhhh!. Can you keep a secret?
Pinrod: Well I should hope so.
Clerk: We’ve ordered some special food,
books, and CDs for the guys on the front
I’m afraid Sergeant Sunshine will stop our
shipment and steal the Christmas joy,
so Sarg doesn’t know. He hates
Christmas. We didn’t tell the captain either
because he couldn’t keep a secret if his life
depended on it. I’ve heard people
sometimes feel loved when they receive chocolates,
so I want them to know how
much we appreciate the sacrifices they are
making. I thought a ton would be a
PFC: Can the government afford it?
Clerk: I thought about it. You know, I
think most Americans would be willing to buy a
ton of chocolate out of their own pocket if it
would help our troops understand
how much we appreciate what they are doing.
I figured my order was cheap.
Pinrod: It’s OK with me. I’ll send it
on. I just wanted to make sure it was
any more orders?
Clerk: Yeah, but I have to add something
then get the captain to sign the
Pinrod: OK. I’ll be back
shortly. Oh, by-the-way, can I leave this
document on your desk? It’s actually a
schedule of who has latrine duty but those
MSA and MCIA guys will think they caught me at
some great conspiracy. I like
giving them a hard time.
Clerk: (Smiling) Aw, come on, there
aren’t really people like that around here are
Pinrod: Judge for yourself, you’ll probably
see them soon enough.
Clerk: Well, if you must, I’ll see what I
can do to help.
Pinrod: Thanks. See you later.
Nice to meet you. (Exits)
Clerk: (To PFC) Let me show you some things we do
here listed in the file.
(They go over to the file cabinet and the clerk
pulls out a file they look over.
(As soon as Pinrod exits, MSA sneaks in the
door. He/she obviously tries to be
unnoticeable. He/she may wear glasses with a
big nose attached or some very obvious
disguise. He/she immediately sits in a chair
against the wall and pulls out a comic book and
pretends to read as they sneak a peek over and
around it. At the same time MCIA sneaks a
peek in the window and pulls out what appears to
be a camera, which is really a matchbox and takes
pictures of every move MSA makes. The clerk
and PFC go over to the file to get some
information and appear to be absorbed in writing
it down. While doing so, MSA runs up to the
desk and takes pictures of Pinrod’s “SECRET
Document” while MCIA takes pictures of
MSA. MSA immediately sits down and tries to
look invisible as MCIA sneaks in the room dressed
in an outrageous disguise and carrying a different
comic book that he/she hides behind. When
MCIA looks from behind his comic book, he has
changed his disguise and now has a fake mustache
which he has put on crooked.)
Captain: (Enters) I’m glad that work
is done. I’ll be out of my office the rest
of the day
doing some work for Major Hathowitz.
Clerk: (Under his/her breath) Thank
the Lord. (Louder) Before you leave,
you please sign these requisitions.
Captain: What are these for?
Clerk: Just supplies needed around the post
for cleaning like toilet brushes.
Captain: Oooooo. (Starts signing
several pages then stops) Christmas
do we need Christmas garland?
Clerk: (Trying to think fast)
Ah. Ah. That’s antistatic garland to
put around the door of
the ammo bunker. We don’t want stray sparks
setting things off, do we?
Captain: I guess you’re right. (Signs
some more pages)
Clerk: Sir, doesn’t it seem to you Sergeant
Meriweather is being awfully hard on
Captain: Actually, I have noticed he makes
him do a lot more duties than anyone else.
I’ll talk to him and straighten him out. You
can count on me. I want my people
to be happy and eager to do their work. We
work as a team and I lead this team
with courage and strength. I’m your man.
(Sarg enters and everyone immediately
frowns. MSA and MCIA sneak out)
Sarg: (Getting right to the point) Did
you order those toilet brushes? Make that
cases. I’ve got someone who’ll be needing
Captain: Sergeant, don’t you think you’re
being a little hard on Lenny, I mean,
Sarg: Well sir, I think he lacks the
discipline and tenacity to be a quality member of
team? I’m trying to submit him to intense
training to make him fit to be a
magnanimous soldier under your command, sir.
Captain: (Looks confused by what the
sergeant just said) Well….Ah….Yes, Sergeant,
you have my full support. Carry on.
(Clerk’s mouth drops open)
Clerk: I can’t tell you, sir, how much I
appreciate what you just did.
Captain: Don’t mention it.
Clerk: Don’t worry.
(Captain and Sarg leave and O’Malley enters)
O’Malley: Hey, Michelle. I think I’ve
got things worked out for you without Sarg
finding out you got all that Christmas stuff in
the shipment to the front lines.
We’ve set the date to ship out for Dec. 18th.
Clerk. Fantastic. Corporal O”Malley
this is the new kid on the block, PFC Latire.
O’Malley: For a war zone this is a pretty
nice place to be. There are nice people here
except for Sergeant Bah Humbug.
Clerk: Oh. Have you noticed that too?
O’Malley: Have you ever had to listen to
this guy gripe about how useless Christmas
He goes on and on. Like he has something
PFC: I’m getting quite an image of this guy
and it isn’t a pretty picture. I can
see the contrast in calling him Sergeant Sunshine.
Pinrod: I’m back. Got your
O’Malley: Why do these things have to be so
secret? Who cares about knowing when
there is a load of toilet paper going to the front
Pinrod: Would you want someone preventing
you from getting your shipment of toilet
O’Malley: Hmmm. This may be more
critical than I thought.
Pinrod: Didn’t I hear you talking at the NCO
club last night about this shipment going
out on Dec. 18th? There are a lot of local
people who work there. Can we trust all
O’Malley: That’s all I said. Surely it
wasn’t that important.
Pinrod: You can never be too sure.
Clerk: Well, we’ll do the best we can to get
the supplies and our special present to the
front. I appreciate what all of you are
doing. Thanks a great deal. Maybe we
bring a little more meaning of Christmas more than
we even realize.
Morning of December 18
(MSA is sneaking around the darkened office taking
pictures of everything – the sillier the
better. MCIA is also in the office taking
pictures of MSA and is hiding badly behind
anything like the file cabinet, drapes, desk,
etc. As the clerk comes in and turns on the
light MSA and MCIA sit down and pull out their
comic books. The clerk immediately notices
them “hiding” and shakes her head then goes over
and sits at the desk. There is a very small
Christmas tree with a few homemade decorations or
military items on it on top of the file
cabinet. The captain enters.)
Clerk: Good morning, sir. Since its
December 18th, our convoy should be heading out to
the front this morning. Any last minute
Captain: Well, I was thinking…
Clerk: (Cuts him off) Good for you,
sir. It’s good to get some thinking in
before the end
of the year and you run out of time.
Captain: Oh phooey, now I forgot what I was
thinking about. I just can’t get started
without a cup of coffee.
Clerk: One cup of coffee coming right
up. I got the coffee maker ready before I
night so it should be just about ready .
(He/she goes over and pours a large cup of
coffee. As soon as he/she heads back toward
the Captain with the coffee, MSA
runs over and takes a picture of the coffee maker
and MCIA takes a picture of
MSA then both run back to opposite chairs.
Nobody else seems to notice.)
Captain: (He is speaking as O’Malley
enters) Well Specialist, I’ll be in my
the coffee has time to take affect.
Clerk: (As the captain exits) Don’t
wake up too fast, sir, your eyes might get stuck
and you won’t be able to sleep for days.
O’Malley: You actually want the captain to
wake up? What if he makes some crazy
decision again like he did the last time we went
to the front. He headed us
straight for the enemy line until Sergeant
Sunshine straightened him out.
Clerk: Relax. He’s drinking decaf –
but don’t tell him. You’ll hear him snoring
O’Malley: You are so sneaky. (At that,
MSA drops his/her comic book and starts
writing like crazy in a pocket notebook.
MCIA does the same thing but is
watching MSA while doing his/her writing.)
Clerk and O’Malley: Hey Lenny.
Lenny: Wow! Isn’t this a fantastic
day. I’m so excited about our special
shipment to the
front. (Clerk points to MSA and MCIA.
Lenny looks then acknowledges their
presence and changes his conversation) Don’t
you just love driving up to the
O’Malley: Yeah right. What did you
smoke for breakfast?
Lenny: OK. Maybe it’s not that great,
but its almost like delivering Christmas presents
to the family. (Sarg
enters) My parents use to do that on Christmas
and MCIA sneak out.)
Sarg: PFC (Lenny), don’t you have better
things to do this morning than talk about your
family? You ride with me in the convoy
today. And don’t you dare talk about
your family or Christmas. Is that clear?
Lenny: Yes sergeant.
Sarg: (To clerk) And that sorry excuse
for a Christmas tree comes down December
Is that clear?
Clerk: Yes sergeant.
Sarg: Corporal O’Malley I expect you to have
the trucks ready to leave at zero-nine
hundred hours this morning. Any
questions? (Sarg leaves)
O’Malley: I guess I’d better get things
moving. Old Sarg seems to be in an
good mood today. (O’Malley exits)
Lenny: You’d better translate zero-nine
hundred hours for the captain. That’s when
Micky’s big hand is on the twelve and his little
hand is on the nine.
Clerk: (Laughs) Maybe everyone but me
would be better off if I just let him sleep.
Good luck with spending the day with Sergeant
Sunshine. It should be one laugh
after another. Did you think of a present
for him yet?
Lenny: No. It just hasn’t come to me
yet. I’ll have plenty of time to think about
today. Since I can’t talk about my family or
Christmas we won’t have much of a
Clerk: I’m sure you will think of something
Lenny: We’ll see what happens. Please
pray for my sanity and that I do the right
Well, have a good day.
Later on December 18
(Sergeant Sunshine walks in visibly shaken and
Clerk: (Sarcastically) What happened
Sarg: I don’t understand. How did they
know? I know the area we were in wasn’t
completely secure but without warning I had a flat
tire on the truck so I got out to fix it.
. I didn’t think about the possibility of an
ambush. How would anyone have known when we
were coming through? Somebody must have put
nails in the road to make us have a flat
tire. I didn’t think much about it.
I’ve changed a lot of flat tires. Lenny was
helping me. He had gone around to get the
jack while I loosened the lug nuts and as he was
coming back I could see out of the corner of my
eye that he stopped suddenly like he couldn’t make
up his mind what to do. Then he started
running toward me and dropped down on the ground a
couple feet behind me. All of the sudden I
heard an explosion and was thrown against the
truck. I didn’t see it but when Lenny came
around the truck he must have seen a grenade
someone rolled in behind my back. He must
have hesitated a few seconds before deciding what
to do. When I got up I saw that Lenny had
fallen on the grenade that was intended for
me. He was dead. He could have
run. He could have saved himself. He
could have let my own miserable existence finally
come to an end but instead he gave up his life to
save mine. Why? All he ever talked
about was his family. I hated him. I
hated it every time he brought up the things he
did with his family. I gave him a hassle
every way I could think of. I gave him every
reason to want me dead, but when the opportunity
came he chose to let me live instead of him.
Why didn’t he let me die?
Clerk: (Obviously upset and sobbing) I
can’t believe he’s gone. He was so full of
life. Why do people fight? Why do we
have wars? Killing is insanity. Why
can’t people stop fighting even for Christmas?
Sarg: (Angry) Christmas!!!
Christmas. What difference should that make?
Clerk: Why do you hate Christmas so much?
Sarg: Do you really want to know?
(Pause) Let me tell you what my Christmas
was like as a kid. My old man was a mean
drunk. Every year at Christmas time he’d get
boozed up then come home and beat on us while he
drank until he passed out. One year, a
friend of mine got a new Play Station for his
birthday and he gave me his old one. My old
man stole it out of my room while I was at school
and hocked it to buy more booze then came home and
knocked us around. What kind of father would
do that? I couldn’t figure out what I had
done to deserve to have him treat me that
way. I kept trying to do things that would
make him care about me like the other kids said
their fathers treated them, but nothing I did
worked. He never had time for me, never told
me I did a good job, never told me he loved
me. My old lady was no better. She
knew guys with their Christmas bonuses would be
willing to spend money on her. She needed
money to buy cocaine to get through
Christmas. She couldn’t have me hanging
around interfering with business so she locked me
in the closet downstairs with a bag of chips and a
coffee can in case I needed a bathroom. Do
you know what salt does to a busted lip?
Every minute I was locked in there I got
angrier. I hated both of them. I was
their son but they only saw me as a
nuisence? I sat in that closet for
hours. For days!! Who knows how long I
was trapped in there. I was starving, sore
and bruised, and it stank. I kept thinking
about all those other people sitting down for a
Christmas dinner stuffing themselves when all I
got was stale chips. They didn’t care that I
didn’t have any food. They weren’t concerned
about my being beaten. It didn’t matter to
them that my only gift was to be let out of the
closet when she could finally remember where I was
or even who I was. Why didn’t anybody help
me? I didn’t just hate my parents, I hated
everybody. I’d go back to school after
Christmas break and all the kids would talk about
all the things they got, so I lied and told them
about all new stuff. I never occurred to any
of them I never brought any of those things to
school. Eventually, I got to feeling the
world owed me some of those things, so I started
stealing what I wanted. If no one was
willing to give me gifts, I’d give them to
myself. That’s when I got caught and ended
up in ju-vy. By that time I didn’t
care. At least I was away from my old man’s
fists. When I went before the judge I was
old enough the judge gave me a choice, go to jail
or go to war. I chose war and that’s where
I’ve been the last six years and why I’m here
Clerk: No wonder you hate Christmas.
Sarg: I wish it never happened.
Clerk: I’m sorry
Captain: (Enters as the other two quickly
compose themselves) Specialist, I need your
help. I have to start making arrangements
for Lenny’s remains to be sent home
and it is customary for someone to accompany the
body. Do you have any
Sarg: I will go, sir.
Captain: I don’t think that’s wise,
Sergeant, but I can understand your reason and
appreciate your offer.
Clerk: Sir, since its Christmas, those of us
who could put in for time off already have
their leaves approved and reservations made.
The sergeant was the only one not
requesting time off over the holidays.
Captain: But Sergeant, Lenny’s parents may
be very angry at you over the loss of their
son. Things could get very ugly for you.
Sarg: Trust me, sir, I can handle the anger
Captain: Well. If you are willing to
go, knowing the risks you may face, I am grateful
for your willingness to volunteer. I’ll make
the arrangements as soon as possible.
Are you planning to visit your
family while you’re in the States?
Clerk: Sir. (She’s ignored)
Sarg: No, I’m not.
Captain: I can give you a few extra days.
Clerk: Sir, don’t go there. (Still
Captain: In fact, you could
surprise them. Wouldn’t that be fun. I
Clerk: Sir. You’re not listening.
Lights go down
Several weeks later
The scene opens with only the clerk on
stage. He/She is sitting at his/her desk and
reads the letter he/she is writing out loud.
Clerk: Dear Mom and Dad. I came back
from my Christmas vacation today. It was
such a great trip. I didn’t realize how much
I needed the rest. Things had been so
hectic. In spite of the tragedy our
Christmas convoy was able to get through.
notes we got from all those grateful guys made
most of the hassle worth it. I
wanted to tell you how things came out with
Sergeant Sunshine since I’ve told
you so much about him. He came back this
morning. He said he attended the
funeral for Lenny and that it was obviously
extremely hard for his parents. At the
graveside Lenny’s mother came up to him and said,
“We’d like to get to know the
man our son was willing to die for. Would
you come and stay with us for a few
days?” Can you imagine? In their
extreme pain they thought of him. How could
Sarg refuse? He thought that at any minute
they would explode their emotions on
him, like his own father had done to him so many
times. But they treated him like
family. They asked Sarg about their son,
about their relationship, about his
family. No one had ever cared about him like
they did. They had every reason to
hate him but they didn’t. Their concern
seemed genuine. He said he could easily
understand where Lenny got his warm positive
attitude even when things were
against him. They didn’t much feel like
celebrating Christmas, which was fine
with him. After a couple days, Lenny’s
father said, “Do you mind if I ask you a
personal question? I know without question
Lenny is in heaven right now. If that
grenade had taken your life, would the same be
true for you?” He said, “Sir, I’ve
lived in hell all my life, I suspect death would
be no different.” Then Lenny’s
father said, “Lenny died to give you a few more
days here on earth, but Jesus died
in the same way, when we didn’t deserve it, to
give us eternal life in heaven.”
With that he began a conversation that led
Sergeant Sunshine to a new life that
will last forever. Who would have
thought? Talk about a changed man. I
didn’t recognize him when he came in today.
He just beamed with joy. He even
gave me a hug. He’s telling everyone in
sight about the change in his life and
how Lenny opened his eyes. All that
suppressed joy is busting out everywhere.
Lenny wanted so desperately to give Sergeant
Sunshine the right Christmas gift.
None of us thought it would cost him his
life. None of us thought it would change
this Sergeant forever.
These last few weeks have
given me some major new perspectives on what is
important. What are our real Christmas
gifts? Please don’t get me wrong. I
the things you sent. And I hope you like
what I sent. But you know, looking
back at the things I’ve gotten over the years
their importance faded as their
newness wore off. Maybe it’s because I’m so
far away from home and there is
real fighting going on around us and real people
dying every day, but my real
gifts were the walks you and I would take
together, Dad. Arm in arm we would
walk down the road talking about the days events,
laughing about just silly things,
just enjoying each other’s presence. Or Mom,
your sitting on the end of my bed
while I cried about the way somebody put me down
at school. You weren’t
critical. You just listened and made sure I
knew you loved me. Those times, and
so many others, were as close to heaven on earth
as I’ve ever been. It’s too bad
I’m only now seeing what really special gifts they
are. Sergeant Sunshine is also
seeing a whole new world. Something he said
today will probably stick with me
the rest of my life. He said, “Considering
the father I grew up with, I may never
understand what it is like to have a loving Father
in heaven, but thanks to Lenny,
who gave his life to save mine even when I hated
him, I know what it is to have a
savior.” God bless you Lenny. I love
you Mom and Dad.