Made my old heart glad.
We also had fly-overs from a helicopter unit and a huge transport jet. Got everybody goin' real good!
When I returned from the first Persian Gulf War, 26 March 1991, we landed in Bangor at about 3am, and had over 200 people there to meet us. I got kissed so many times I lost count, had my hand about shaken off, and left without a hat or dogtag or any other small souvenier of Desert Storm, as I'd handed them out to as many of the children as I could, but truly at ease as an Airman in my own country for the first time since I enlisted during the war in Vietnam. You live in a very nice place, FRiend. God bless you and yours.