Bangor, Maine is a popular stop on the itinerary for various trips I’ve taken around the world.
The best aspect of the trip (to me) is that every time I’ve come through, I’ve been warmly greeted by a small assembly of retired military members, veterans and just plain folk with a firm handshake, a smile, and a “Thanks for your service.”
But tonight we showed up after 11 PM, figuring the airport would be closed.
Applause and cheers echoed down the hall as my companions and I made our way to the waiting area. Probably a dozen plus men and women stood at the door to catch us as we came in.
After 11 PM.
I’m old enough, even I want to be in bed after 11 PM.
I answered each of them with “Thank you for your service.” Because some of them served–probably at times with harder challenges and more demands placed on them than rest on me. And all of them took the time to come out and show some gratitude to men and women currently serving the nation.
That means something, and it’s worthy of thanks.
The picture is blurry, sorry.
My eyes were a little blurry too.