You'd think a tac airlifter's most memorable moment would be from a mission into a combat zone off in some far away country. Certainly I have many that fit that mold, however the one memory I have at the top of the list was one from a mission back here on the homefront.
It was early September, the mission was an AeroMed mission and just happened to be my first flight as a freshly minted Aircraft Commander. We left Little Rock for Travis AFB to pick up our patient, and the next morning we departed for Elmendorf AFB. While enroute we learned that the patient we were carrying was an AF Trans troop who had been a driver in a supply convoy in Iraq. He had suffered severe burns when an IED exploded near his vehicle, but was expected to recover. His buddy riding shotgun was not so lucky. Feeling pretty good that we were able to bring him home, we pressed on toward AK. The weather was beautiful, and the views were magnificent, but the real reward was ahead of us, and we had no idea it was coming. On our rollout, my engineer points to a large crowd with banners and flags. As we pick up the follow me, we realize we are headed for rock star parking and a hero's welcome for our patient. We roll into the chocks, kill the motors, and as the young Airman was brought down the ramp, the crowd cheered and every gov't vehicle in the inventory, from vans to busses to forklifts, all had horns and sirens blaring in salute. I can't speak for the rest of the crew, but it was awful tough to keep from choking up. We received lots of thanks from Colonels and Airmen alike for bringin' their boy home, but just being there to witness it was thanks enough.
As if it couldn't get any better, on our return swing through Travis, my Dad was parked near the end of the runway to watch me bring my mighty Hercules in. We had dinner, and the next morning my crew and I headed home on cloud 9.
[ 16. March 2005, 21:22: Message edited by: TacAirCoug ]