Jumpseating home on a UAL flight out of PHL-DEN in 2006, walked past a few Marines sitting in first class on my way to the back. Shortly after everyone was seated the captain came on and was telling us that those marines were escorting one of thier fallen comerades back to Colorado. Everyone applauded.
Now, being an evening flight in PHL, of course we were late getting into Denver. The airplane pulled up to the gate to a waiting honor gaurd, hearst, full police escort and the family of the fallen soldier. Every person on the entire airplane (757) just stood there, no one saying a word and not a single person leaving for the connections many were already running late to catch while they took the casket off the airplane, loaded it into the hearst and drove away with the family following behind. By the time I looked around I realized nearly every single person (including most of the crew) had tears in their eyes and were hugging eachother. A truly, truly poignent moment that put everything into perspective. What an honor for that crew to be able to take that boy back to his family.
Now, being an evening flight in PHL, of course we were late getting into Denver. The airplane pulled up to the gate to a waiting honor gaurd, hearst, full police escort and the family of the fallen soldier. Every person on the entire airplane (757) just stood there, no one saying a word and not a single person leaving for the connections many were already running late to catch while they took the casket off the airplane, loaded it into the hearst and drove away with the family following behind. By the time I looked around I realized nearly every single person (including most of the crew) had tears in their eyes and were hugging eachother. A truly, truly poignent moment that put everything into perspective. What an honor for that crew to be able to take that boy back to his family.