A
Day At Baltimore Airport
Posted November, 2003
Dear Friends and Family,
I hope that you will spare me a few minutes
of your time to tell you about something that
I saw on Monday, October 27.
I had been attending a conference
in Annapolis and was coming home on Sunday.
As you may recall, Los Angeles International
Airport was closed on Sunday, October 26, because
of the fires that affected air traffic control.
Accordingly, my flight, and many others, were
canceled and I wound up spending a night in
Baltimore.
My story begins the next day.
When I went to check in at the United counter
Monday morning, I saw a lot of soldiers home
from Iraq. Most were very young and all had
on their desert camouflage uniforms. This was
a change from earlier, when they had to buy
civilian clothes in Kuwait to fly home. It was
a visible reminder that we are in a war. It
probably was pretty close to what train terminals
were like in World War II.
Many people were stopping the
troops to talk to them, asking them questions
in the Starbucks line, or just saying "Welcome
Home." In addition to all the flights that
had been canceled on Sunday, the weather was
terrible in Baltimore and the flights were backed
up. So, there were a lot of unhappy people in
the terminal trying to get home, but nobody
that I saw gave the soldiers a bad time.
By the afternoon, one plane
to Denver had been delayed several hours. United
personnel kept asking for volunteers to give
up their seats and take another flight. They
weren't getting many takers. Finally, a United
spokeswoman got on the PA and said this, "Folks,
as you can see, there are a lot of soldiers
in the waiting area. They only have 14 days
of leave and we're trying to get them where
they need to go without spending any more time
in an airport than they have to. We sold them
all tickets, knowing we would oversell the flight.
If we can, we want to get them all on this flight.
We want all the soldiers to know that we respect
what you're doing, we are here for you and we
love you."
At that, the entire terminal
of cranky, tired, travel-weary people, a cross-section
of America, broke into sustained and heartfelt
applause. The soldiers looked surprised and
very modest. Most of them just looked at their
boots. Many of us were wiping away tears. And,
yes, people lined up to take the later flight
and all the soldiers went to Denver on that
flight. That little moment made me proud to
be an American, and also told me why we will
win this war.
This is not some urban legend.
I was there, I was part of it, I saw it happen.
Will Ross
Administrative Judge
United States Department of Defense