Friday, May 28, 2010

Honor and Respect


Honor and Respect

 
MAY GOD BLESS THIS AIRLINE  CAPTAIN:

 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.

 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', she said.  She 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 she  asked me if there was anything I could do.. 'I'm on  it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her.

 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 the 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 .

Foot note:
As a Viet Nam Veteran I can only think of all the veterans  including the ones that rode below the deck on their way home and how they 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 one who has served their country who reads this will have tears in their eyes, including  me.

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Thursday, May 27, 2010

Playing Poker with Irene


I’m all busted up… Broken bones and nasty cuts…
Accidents will happen, but this time I can’t get up…
She comes to rescue me… making sure I’m on my knees…
“What’cha sing’in honey?”
“Oh, hi Irene… just a little Green Day.”
“What’s a Green Day?”
“Today’s a green day; beautiful outside!”
“My my, you’re certainly in a good mood. What’s going on?”
“Aw, we’re busting Mom out of jail next week; moving her into her assisted living facility.”
“Oh that’s great! I’ve been help’in her in physical therapy.”
“Yeah, I know and I wanted to thank you.”
“Oh my, your welcome.”
“So how you do’in there gorgeous.”
“Aw, about as well as an eighty-three year black woman in a wheel chair can.”
“Well, you look beautiful.”
“Honey you just keep right on say’in that. You got a few minutes to chat?”
“Um, well, I’ve really got a few things to do… Aw alright. Here, let me push you back into your room.”
“Thanks sugar, here, you can sit on the bed. So, what’s going on in your life? See’in anyone?”
“No, no… two divorces are enough for me.”
“Too bad, I wanted you to meet my daughter.”
“Does she date white guys?”
“You white?”
“Whiter than Vanilla Ice caught in a snow storm!”
“Aw, I don’t hold that against you. But you should meet my daughter. She’s beautiful.”
“Does she look like Jennifer Hudson?”
“Why yes she does.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that.”
“So how’s your mom?”
“Do’in great, a little depressed, but given her Parkinson’s, who wouldn’t be.”
“She’d never do anything bad, would she?”
“Like what, commit suicide?”
“Yeah.”
“Naw, although at some point, when her quality of life deteriorates, who could blame her? I mean, I wouldn’t want to live that kind of life, being nothing but a burden to everyone.”
“Chile, don’t ever think like that, that’s just plain selfish, and it ain’t God’s will.”
“Did you know that my Dad took his own life?”
“No, how’d he do it.”
“Sat in his car, inside our garage, door down, and turned on the engine.”
“Oh honey, I’m so sorry… Why’d he do it?”
“He was in a deep dark depression, a deep black pit with Teflon sides. I guess he just quit trying to get out.”
“That tore you up, didn’t it.”
“Yeah, that was the most significant event of my life.”
“It’s rough growing up without a dad, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’ve had my ups and downs. Things might’ve been easier had he lived. But I’m not complaining… I don’t think he was being selfish, he had bad brain chemistry.”
“You think that was God’s plan?”
“I don’t see how. It devastated our family.”
“Did it? I see you and your sisters here every day. Ya’all love your mother…”
“Yeah, and I’ve been able to reunite with my sisters and Mom, something I was always too busy for.”
“To selfish for… See, it was God’s plan. Things would’ve been different. God took your father knowing that it would eventually put you on a path to find your family and faith; to truly love them and him.”
“Maybe… I know that when Mom was seizing for thirty-six hours straight, my sisters told me that they thought I was the only one who could get through to her.”
“How’d that make you feel sugar?”
“Weird… and blessed.”
“I know.”
“In fact, while I was looking for work, before Mom’s fall, I was taking care of her, feeding her, dressing her, bathing her, helping her to the bathroom and cleaning her up afterward.”
“Oh honey, you’re a good son.”
“I’m trying to be, I’m trying… You know, that was a blessing too. I mean when I talk to my friends about this, they crinkle their noses. But others I know who’ve done the same thing have all said that it’s just the opposite... I mean I’ve grown to love my Mom even more, gotten to know her as a person; shared her life, a life that I never really knew that much about.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. In some weird way I feel I’m not nearly as selfish as I used to be. I’m much more sensitive to the needs of others. I feel good about myself.”
“See honey, your mom taught you all that.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I can see that. You know, it’s been a long way around the barn. But now I feel like I’m home, with family and friends. And I found my faith… I still have questions, but I believe.”
“And don’t that feel good? You don’t think God put all this in motion when your father died? I know he was a man of faith.”
“Yes he was. How’d you know that?”
“God’s plan sugar, God’s plan.”
“But you said suicide was a selfish act?”
“It is honey. But your dad was suffering. He was sick, not sane. Believe me, God knows he didn’t go against his will. It might’ve been God’s will…
“Uh huh…”
“Look sugar, if your mom took her life, she never would’ve taught you to be a better person. Are you perfect yet?”
“No, far from it.”
“So, your mother has more to teach you.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“She does. That’s why suicide goes against God’s will. Why just look at Martha, your mom’s roommate. She’s in a comma you know.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“You see her husband, kids and grand kids come and visit?”
“Yes…”
“You see’em talking to her? Telling her they love her? Touching her?”
“Yeah…”
“You think they’re learning to be less selfish and more caring for others by doing that?”
“Yes I do.”
“See honey, God’s plan. God knows she’s still worthy of living. He knows it ain’t her time.”
“Irene? Did I ever tell you you’re beautiful?”
“Aw honey, you should see my daughter…”
“You think I’m worthy?”
“You’re get’in there honey, you’re get’in there. Want to play some poker?”
“Aw, I really need to get going. I’m already late for an appointment…”
“You sure?”
“… Aw... um... I can always make another… Let’s play some poker.”
“See honey? You’re learn’in. You’re learn’in…”
“And you Irene, are a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman indeed…”