I first realized its symbolism back in the '50s. I would proudly stand next to my dad (PT-boat WW II), uncle (101st Airborne WW II) and grandpa (Doughboy WW I) during our patriotic parades. Tears would form on their cheeks as Ole' Glory would pass and OUR Star Spangled Banner would sound. They would always tell me how proud they were to have served their country in some way.
Fast forward to the early '90s. The 1st Gulf War was ending and it was announced that troop planes would be refueling at the Bangor airport the following morning. The first was scheduled to arrive at 6 AM and I, remembering the feeling of patriotism I once had, planned to attend. I arrived at 5:30 and the parking lot was overflowing, parking somewhere I shouldn't, and rushed to get inside. The airport was full of American Legion, VFW members, many friends ,neighbors and a local high school band. None were used to planes arriving early, but this one did! The first soldier off the plane was a rugged Army Ranger. He approached the high school band, who was quickly trying to assemble ,and asked a sax player if he could borrow her instrument for the first song. She obliged, he then played THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER. There wasn't a dry eye in the airport, and that morning was the springboard for troop-greeting that continues today.
We were soon to learn that the Army Ranger was Sgt. Tillman an African American. Sgt. Tillman and his family have returned to Bangor several times since to be the Grand Marshall of our Independence Day Parade.
That moment at the airport and the moments with my family some sixty years ago are with me every Friday night just prior to kickoff. Many of you may have similar stories...please share.