My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members , so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother good - bye. As my father was driving down the highway , he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home to his family .Deep in grief , my father had no inclination at that moment to do a good deed . Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop , and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car.

My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name , but the soldier noticed my father`s tears right away and inquired about them . Through his tears , my father told this total stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the doctors had been unable to locate her blood type AB_ , and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall , she would surely die.

It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up. Resting in the palm of his hand were the dog tags from around his neck . The blood type on the tags was AB- . The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.

My Grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later , and to this day no one in our family knows the soldier`s name. But my father has often wondered , was he a soldier or an Angel in uniform.