Oh yes indeed, there was a steady stream of folks coming up to shake his hand. Including this old Cat.
Here's a picture of the back of his head, my buddy and I were sitting right behind him. He was as close to the stage as you could get but still be under the tent.
The stage was slightly to the left of this photo, under the POW and unit flags. The big flag, made by soldiers' children, is shown on the left. Most of the crowd is behind the point from which the picture was taken. The gentleman in black, with salt and pepper beard, was the driver of the Big Rig which lead the convoy into the venue. He had a Doberman in the cab with him. :)