Back in the 1980s, I had the opportunity to work in a small Belgian town called Couvin. It was a sleepy and picturesque village where I could see France from my backyard, tour the local grottoes, or take a hike to the nearby town of Bruly-de-Pesche to inspect one of Hitler's bunkers. But one of my strongest memories stems from my last day there when a local man I had never met insisted on taking me and a visiting friend for a drink. Why? To thank us for what America had done during WWII. Never mind that we hadn't even been alive at the time; we were Americans and he was going to show his gratitude.

As an “Army brat,” I was moved to realize that there were people who still appreciated the contributions of what would eventually become known as the “the greatest generation.” But I am far from the only one to find herself on the receiving end of an unexpected kindness of this nature. What follows is Dr. Daniel Kortenkamp's tale of another spontaneous act of goodwill, as told in his own words....

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