The day got a little better with each moment. We were at the back of the plane and as we arrived in DC, we were told we would be the first to exit. That meant first off the plane and the first to make a bathroom stop. We never passed up the opportunity for a bathroom stop.
Once off the jetway, we were greeted by members of the USO and others welcoming us to DC. Then we made our bathroom stop and had a nice photo opportunity with Miss North Carolina.
Outside the airport were three motor-coaches waiting to take us throughout DC. The real treat though had to be the police escort. They lead us all around the city, blocking off streets and on-ramps as flew through DC in record time, something to make any DC commuter envious.
As we arrived at the WWII Memorial, Howard mentioned that his daughter and grandson had driven down from Pennsylvania to meet-up with him. After we exited the bus, we say his family. And in one of the first acts of selflessness, Howard, without even a hesitation, hugged his grandson, who appeared to be about 10, and promptly removed his hat and removed the Triangle Flight of Honor pin and proceeded to put it on his grandson’s jacket. It was very touching.
We took a few group photos, had the chance to hear from Senators Robert and Elizabeth Dole and spent the rest of the time walking about the monument. I was treated to some great stories about the WWII graffiti – Kilroy was Here, the relief carvings depicting scenes from the war and we took lots more great photos.
Following this visit, we were off to the Marine Corp Barracks. This is the home of about 1,200 Marines who serve on the Silent Drill team, the President’s duty and also as the burial team at Arlington. While there we got to see a special performance of the Silent Drill team, which was A-mazing. Once they completed, we had a chance to meet the Marines and chat with them about the 4-months, 12-14 hours a day training they went through to be on the drill team, a very select assignment.
We took more photos with the Marines and they even let us hold their M-1 rifles. What a treat. About the time, Bob Glaser, CEO of the NC Automobile Dealers Association, came-up and shared with us his story about his dad and his rifle. Days before his dad’s passing, Bob placed his old rifle in his hands and he could not only still identify it and even remembered his serial number. My vets chimed in, too, each recalling their serial numbers of their guns without hesitation.
Before we left for the Navy Museum, we enjoyed lunch aboard the bus and I finally had a chance to really chat with Ed. Ed was a North Carolina native and served in the 45th Division, Infantry. He was actually a part of the invasion forces beginning inAnzio and headed to southernFrance and on toGermany. He told me of his service and also about his career in the military, whichwas followed by him owning a Christian bookstore, something he did really as mission work. Ed, much like Howard, also lost his wife of over 60 years to cancer about 5 years ago and he still resides inFayetteville.
After the Marine barracks, we headed to the Navy Museum at the Navy Yard and then to the Air Force memorial. There I took several photos, again and this time one of my vets wanted to know about trying to get the entire memorial in the photo, which was about 270 feet at its highest point. I proceeded to lie on the ground and try to get the whole thing in the frame. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. It was at that moment that Fred said, “Jim, you went beyond the call of duty on that one.”
“A small sacrifice Fred…small sacrifice.”