Recently some sissy, mindless thieves entered my SUV, stealing a military rucksack containing clothes, assorted items and three bottles of expensive cologne.

You, future prisoner in the making, have no idea what you stole. It was just stuff that looked good to you, having no concern that the loss of what you stole would cost my family. Enjoy your stolen loot and smell great doing so!

When you return for more goods, my security camera will get a better photo so that the police can match finger prints.

Please tell your parents that you stole from a disabled Army vet.

— Steven E. Whitley

Spencer