[Rhodes22-list] Fwd: My Favorite Christmas Story

Hank hnw555 at gmail.com
Sun Jan 6 23:21:14 EST 2008


Hello Rhodies,

My uncle just sent this to me and I think you guys will enjoy it.

Hank

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From: Neil
Date: Jan 6, 2008 11:14 PM
Subject: My Favorite Christmas Story
To: ". Friends"


My favorite Christmas story

THIS IS A GOOD ONE THAT I JUST RECEIVED. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH.

Here's a 'today' Yule story that occurred 3 weeks ago ~ AND NOW, in time for
the holidays, I bring you the best Christmas story you never heard.

It started last Christmas, when Bennett and Vivian Levin were overwhelmed by
sadness while listening to radio reports of injured American troops. "We
have to let them know we care," Vivian told Bennett. So they organized a
trip to bring soldiers from Walter Reed Army Medical Center and Bethesda
Naval Hospital to the annual Army-Navy football game in Philly, on Dec. 3.

The cool part is, they created their own train line to do it. Yes, there are
people in this country who actually own real trains. Bennett Levin - native
Philly guy, self-made millionaire and irascible former L&I commish - is one
of them.

He has three luxury rail cars. Think mahogany paneling, plush seating and
white-linen dining areas. He also has two locomotives, which he stores at
his Juniata Park train yard. One car, the elegant Pennsylvania, carried John
F. Kennedy to the Army-Navy game in 1961 and '62. Later, it carried his
brother Bobby's body to D. C. for burial. "That's a lot of history for one
car," says Bennett.

He and Vivian wanted to revive a tradition that endured from 1936 to 1975,
during which trains carried Army-Navy spectators from around the country
directly to the stadium where the annual game is played. The Levins could
think of no better passengers to reinstate the ceremonial ride than the
wounded men and women recovering at Walter Reed in D. C. and Bethesda, in
Maryland. "We wanted to give them a first-class experience," says Bennett.
"Gourmet meals on board, private transportation from the train to the
stadium, perfect seats - real hero treatment."

Through the Army War College Foundation, of which he is a trustee, Bennett
met with Walter Reed's commanding general, who loved the idea. But Bennett
had some ground rules first, all designed to keep the focus on the troops
alone:

No press on the trip, lest the soldiers' day of pampering devolve into a
media circus.

No politicians either, because, says Bennett, "I didn't want some idiot
making this trip into a campaign photo op."

And no Pentagon suits on board, otherwise the soldiers would be too busy
saluting superiors to relax.

The general agreed to the conditions, and Bennett realized he had a problem
on his hands. "I had to actually make this thing happen," he laughs.

Over the next months, he recruited owners of 15 other sumptuous rail cars
from around the country - these people tend to know each other - into
lending their vehicles for the day. The name of their temporary train? The
Liberty Limited.

Amtrak volunteered to transport the cars to D. C. - where they'd be coupled
together for the round-trip ride to Philly - then back to their owners
later.

Conrail offered to service the Liberty while it was in Philly. And SEPTA
drivers would bus the disabled soldiers 200 yards from the train to Lincoln
Financial Field, for the game.

A benefactor from the War College ponied up 100 seats to the game - on the
50-yard line - and lunch in a hospitality suite.

And corporate donors filled, for free and without asking for publicity,
goodie bags for attendees:

>From Woolrich, stadium blankets. From Wal-Mart, digital cameras. From Nikon,
field glasses, from GEAR, down jackets.

There was booty not just for the soldiers, but for their guests, too, since
each was allowed to bring a friend or family member.

The Marines, though, declined the offer. "They voted not to take guests with
them, so they could take more Marines," says Levin, choking up at the
memory.

Bennett's an emotional guy, so he was worried about how he'd react to
meeting the 88 troops and guests at D. C.'s Union Station, where the trip
originated. Some GIs were missing limbs. Others were wheelchair-bound or
accompanied by medical personnel for the day. "They made it easy to be with
them," he says. "They were all smiles on the ride to Philly. Not an ounce of
self-pity from any of them. They're so full of life and determination."

At the stadium, the troops reveled in the game, recalls Bennett. Not even
Army's lopsided loss to Navy could deflate the group's rollicking mood.

Afterward, it was back to the train and yet another gourmet meal - heroes
get hungry, says Levin - before returning to Walter Reed and Bethesda. "The
day was spectacular," says Levin. "It was all about these kids. It was
awesome to be part of it."

The most poignant moment for the Levins was when 11 Marines hugged them
goodbye, then sang them the Marine Hymn on the platform at Union Station.

"One of the guys was blind, but he said, 'I can't see you, but man, you must
be f---ing beautiful!'" says Bennett. "I got a lump so big in my throat, I
couldn't even answer him."

It's been three weeks, but the Levins and their guests are still feeling the
day's love. "My Christmas came early," says Levin, who is Jewish and who
loves the Christmas season. "I can't describe the feeling in the air." Maybe
it was hope.

As one guest wrote in a thank-you note to Bennett and Vivian, "The fond
memories generated last Saturday will sustain us all - whatever the future
may bring."

God bless the Levins.

And bless the troops, every one.


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