His name is Jeffrey David Loving. I picked him up on I-26 in Charleston, SC in 2007 telling the same story. I gave him money and food. My friend gave him a house. I had the home overhauled through donations. My friends and family gave him furniture, food, and clothing. I got him a job and bought him a pickup truck. I allowed him into my family with my wife and 4 daughters and all of my friends and neighbors. Yes, I appreciated what he said he had done for our country, for us. It was the least I could do since I did not fight that war. He turned out to be a drug addict who hangs out on the shady side of town doing drugs with prostitutes. He stole and pawned everything he could take from my best friend who employed him. He even stole my best friend's girlfriend's car to go get high. When he was caught, my friend was arrested for assaulting Jeff for the theft. I put Jeff on a bus to Florida the next day and told him not to come back to my town. I gave back everything he ever was given to the people who gave it to him and I sold the truck I bought for him. My 4 girls still ask about Jeff to this very day. They ask me if he is still alive and what I think he is doing. I tell them that I hope so. I hope that Jeff remembers the time that God gave him a second chance. He had a home, a truck, a great job, and a family here. He blew it and still walks the streets hooked on drugs taking advantage of the kindness of people towards soldiers. Maybe one day he will clean himself up and turn his life around.