At the same time, in a small town hundreds of miles away in Kentucky, Sergeant Major's wife Mary Sanders received a phone call, excitedly kissed her two pale, emaciated children, and hurried with the family's bank card to the First National Bank in town.
The bank wasn't crowded. Mary, filled with anticipation and a slight feeling of finally being able to relax, handed the bank card to the counter.
"Please help me withdraw the full balance, thank you." She was even calculating that besides buying food, she might be able to get a new pair of shoes for her eldest son.
The young bank teller skillfully operated the computer, but after a few seconds, his professional smile turned into confusion.
"Mrs. Sanders…"
The teller's voice hesitated, "Your account balance is zero."
"What? Impossible!" Mary was stunned for a moment, then raised her voice, "My husband just called from the frontline saying the military pay hit the account this morning, check again."
