I don't remember the gentleman's name...
He was one of almost 100 WWII veterans that left Raleigh-Durham Airport
early one morning a couple years ago...
I was humbled to be in their presence for the Triangle Flight Of Honor.
A day in our nation's capital, including a visit to the WWII Memorial.
His escort had stepped away briefly.
I captured the moment.
I wondered, "What is he thinking? What is he seeing in his mind's eye?
What is he smelling, hearing and feeling?"
I imagined he had gone back in time. Perhaps to a firefight at The Bulge.
Maybe to a pitch black jump over Normandy.
Or the steaming jungles of the Pacific.
I had an overwhelming sense that was recalling his teammates.
His friends. His brothers-in-arms.
The ones that didn't make it back.
I may not remember his name...
But I will always remember this image.
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends..."