Our house happens to be located right along the approach path for the airfield on base. We’ve gotten used to the sounds made by low flying cargo planes and helicopters, and the occasional rattling of the windows in the middle of the night. In the back of my mind I always wonder if there are soldiers on board, anxiously waiting to land. Maybe seeing their families for the first time in many months.
Yesterday I got to be there when the 3ID returned home. It was a beautiful day for screams of joy.