I saw something that touched my heart today at the Buffalo Greyhound Terminal on Ellicott Street as I was putting my daughter on the bus back to college. A dreary grey day, drenching rain, dark and rather lonely inside the terminal although it was 8 a.m. A soldier in uniform, with a fresh buzz-cut, was in line ahead of my daughter.  He looked fit and had a trusting, friendly face with shining grey eyes; he was extremely polite.  He had 2 pieces of luggage: a huge army-issue duffel bag and a smaller, but obviously very heavy backpack.  In the front pocket of the backpack the heads of two small brown, rather worn stuffed animals poked out, not looking ready for the trip to Afghanistan.  Were they his totem animals from toddlerhood?  Did his younger brother or sister tuck them into his pack when they said good-bye?  Gift from a girlfriend?