The Sound of Freedom

As I sat on my back porch this evening watching my kids play in their blow up pool I heard a loud noise. At first I thought "could those Air Force jets just go ahead and land already" and then as the noise got closer and louder I realized it wasn't an air force jet at all it was a harrier. A very cool, very loud, marine corps harrier. Four of the jets came across the sky above our home and we watched them on their approach to Kadena. I instantly felt a bond with those pilots. Chances are I don't know a one of them but some how those jets made me feel at home. It made me miss our days with VMA 542 and all our friendships there. The guys in that squadron will always be heroes to me.