I do not know you. I do not know what your circumstances were. I do not know from whence you came. I do not know your ultimate destination.
I do not know how you died.
On Friday, June 22nd, 2007, your departure from American Airlines flight 1549 was witnessed by Seattle Tacoma Airport's Police and Fire crews, by military men in uniform from all branches, by the hundreds of passengers from your flight, and by the hundreds of passengers from my flight waiting there in the terminal looking out of the windows.
The men in uniform on the tarmac saluted you. Others and myself, dressed in civilian clothes, came to attention there by the gate.
For my part, it seemed a poor choice of attire. I should have had a suit at least.
Many that saw you depart were crying. Some left in disgust. Most stood tall and looked upon you with reverence. None ignored you. Children barely big enough to walk and couples in their eighties stood looking out of those windows. You left an impression on everyone.
There is no way that I know to show gratitude to those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. Any show of respect or thanks seems inadequate and trite in comparison. We continue to try.
We will continue to support you. We will pray for your families. What our military cannot provide for you, we will endeavor to do.
Thank you for your service,
A Dying Spider
9 years ago