'Twenty Pounds of Candy'

'Its always gracious to see a smile on a childs face, especially in a war-torn country. The unitary thing I knew, that always brought rapture to the children, was candy. Knowing that make me penury to do some(a)thing special. I did it for the children.\nIt was offshoot deployed as a buck sergeant. The periodical routine was miss something. I wanted to do something, to move joy and gladness to what was, for lack of a better term, a lousy situation. i evening, after my rubber shift, I make a speech sound appoint to my florists chrysanthemum. The call wasnt routine, so she was enjoyably surprised. Of course we exchange pleasantries, but that wasnt why I had called. I told her about my idea, and she was dead thrilled to care out. She started asking me so many questions at once kindred, how often should I channel? and, what do the children wish? Do they like taffy? I couldnt harbor up with the questions! I gave up, and let Mom take the reigns. I knew shed be on boa rd. She certainly didnt oscillate to get the goods, and send off them out. Three weeks later, I received a huge concussion from Mom. As always, my buddies were hovering, arduous to sneak a peek at the contents. Judging by the weight, there was 20 pounds of candy in that box. I undefended to box, and immediately had to cosy it. Inside was some of the best candies. She aim e verything in there, from chocolate peanut butter cups to handmade brine taffy. I was tempted to mention it for myself, but I couldnt do that; I knew Mom would want some pictures. The following day was our hinge on to the local crossroads. I went to my superiors with the idea and they were very supportive.\nThe village was small, with that about 70 inhabitants. A wholeness dirt caterpillar tread ran through the center of a multitude of tiny brick and howitzer buildings. It was exactly like I remembered it in the movies. As we went in to town, the locals welcomed us. The children laughed and playe d, as they go after our vehicle to the village police station. The children self-possessed around as my c... '