"Boss thought you would like this. he is crying :("
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Many thanks to the airline captain for this beautiful and touching story.
He writes: My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. on this flight." (H.R. stands for human remains.) "Are they military?" I asked.
'Yes', she said.
'Is there an escort?' I asked.
'Yes, I already assigned him a seat'.
'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early," I said..
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.
'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ', he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words on his own..
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. 'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board', he said. He then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2 - year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia ..
The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when he asked me if there was anything I could do.. 'I'm on it', I said. I told him that I would get back to him.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e - mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher.. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and this following is the text:
'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.'
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us..
'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.'
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX.. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.
When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands.. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.
I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA .
Footnote:
As a Veteran I can only think of all the veterans including the ones that rode below the deck on their way home and how they we were treated. When I read things like this I am proud that our country has not turned their backs on our soldiers returning from the various war zones today and give them the respect they so deserve.
I know every veteran who reads this will have tears in their eyes Including me.
You don't have to be a Vet to have tears in your eyes while reading this. Thank You to all who have served and are still serving. A Grateful Nation. God Bless the USA .
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My words back to her were:
Debbie,
Your
boss was correct. My family, for all their faults, has a history of
military service. One of my Grandfathers (My Mom's Dad) fought in the
Spanish American War and spent time in the Philippines in 1900. I have
copies of his hand written letters he wrote to the V.A. concerning his
pension. I was named after him. He died before my parents even married.
My other Grandfather had 5 kids when World War II started. He lied to
the Army to serve during WWII. It was a hell of a way to treat my
Grandmother but he felt he had to serve. The funny part, years later,
right before I married my first wife, Mary, her Dad ask me if I knew
"Lon Massengill" and I told him "Know him, he's my Grandfather" My
first Father In Law was the only person I ever met that KNEW my
Grandfather other
than my Father's family....It was an odd sort of thing that only
happens once in a lifetime. I never met either of my Grandfather's but I
carried a need to do a duty for my Country. Any of us that served
could have been in that CMH (Casket, Metal, with Handles) in the cargo
hold of that aircraft but only by the Grace of God did I return Home in
one piece. Freedom is not free. All gave some, Some gave all. It is
these great heroes that this country is built on.
Thank you and LOVE YOU
Johnny******************************
To add to what I wrote to Debbie.....My son now serves with the U.S. Air Force and he too has been to war in Iraq, my time in the First Gulf war was a cakewalk compared to his time in Operation Iraqi Freedom. He has told me of things he saw that far and away outstrip ANYTHING I saw during any of the time I spent overseas, however, we both came away with a few of the same quirks. Neither of us likes to be in crowds. When we got off the train in Rome, Italy in 2009 we both remarked about the mass amounts of people in the train station. Neither of us enjoyed the crowd but we lived! I am very proud of his service! (During that service, you tend to think you've done nothing special but afterwards when you look back at your service, you realize how much you gave of yourself and how much you COULD HAVE given of yourself but weren't ask give way back when)
A "CMH" usually means "Congressional Medal of Honor" to someone in the military, however, in the book "Once a Warrior King" by David Donovan (pseudomym of Terry Turner, Phd and brother in arms) "CMH" talked about the metal caskets used to ship home the remains of service members. If you are into military books, Once a Warrior King is well worth a read!
In speaking to my First Father in Law that day almost 30 years ago, I told RB what happened to Lon and how he had run off from my Grandmother.....he then said "I always wondered what happened to him" For as much as I didn't know about Lon Massengill, I felt that day like I touched essence that was my Grandfather. I got the same feelings when I opened my Aunt Trula's family Bible and saw John H. Munsey's handwriting for the first time. To KNOW that his hand had touched the page my hand was on caused me to make a mental connection to the person I'm named after. It was a special time for me that day.
For as hard as it is to remember, some days, it is good to be reminded Freedom isn't Free at all. If you live in a free country in this wide world, someone, somewhere spilled some blood along the way or gave up their innocence seeing things the average civilian never sees in a lifetime.
Thanks Debbie!
J.
