If I was the owner of that hotel and found out about what my employees did, I’d fire all of them that refused him a room, attempt to sue them, and offer the gentleman the largest room, with all meals paid for on my dime.
You just don’t do that kind of stuff to members of the military, no matter what country you’re in.
My dad was badly wounded in the first world war...after he came home from the front lines it was several years before he could even stand up.
But he tried everything he could think of to earn a living again...even to selling shoelaces,shoe polish and matches in the streets of Wolverhampton.
One day in a fit of despair, he took all his medals and tossed them in the waste bin...then he went and joined the communist party.
I was just a six year old kid, but it hurt me to see a brave man crying! I never forgot the sight of my mom trying to comfort him!