He's Home...Or He Was Home

Chris landed at LAX right on time yesterday and I got to see him for about an hour (including the drive home)before he was off. First to the young couple next door. He's know Alexa his whole life and they're only about 6 years age difference. It really didn't matter, with getting his car legal, working that night then staying up until his flight got in, I was up for over 30 hours. That allowed me 4 hours of sleep before going back to work. When I got up, he was gone for his camping trip (home again Tuesday morning).

His tale of his trip home from Ft. Rucker confirmed my belief that the people of this country really do appreciate those who are serving. Of course he traveled in his ACU's and in Montgomery, they stopped at a 7-11 to get some snacks and a lady asked them where they were heading, she left, then came back inside and insisted on paying for anything he and his friends were getting..."No, Thank you ma'am, it's not necessary" was not an acceptable answer.

On the cross country flight, just before leaving the gate, the flight attendant moved him up to First Class. (Lucky little sh*t)

The thing that stunned him the most was while he was waiting for his gear to hit the carousel at LAX some guy came over and shook his hand and thanked him for serving. Chris was about dumbstruck. He told me that almost anywhere else in the country it wouldn't have phased him, he'd appreciate it, but in Los Angeles, he expected to be ignored, if not shunned.

He's damn proud of his Warriors patch:



and his 2nd Aviation Crest:



and I'm damn proud of him.