Our buddy Tom was coming home from six months in Africa so Tom took the morning off to go to New River Air Station (the opposite side of town as Camp Lejeune) to the welcome home celebration. (Aside from wanting to see his best friend, he also wanted to be there to take pictures when Tom saw his son for the first time.)
He said it was very cool—all the helicopters flew over in formation (our buddy was the lead bird) and then landed and all the guys walked inbetween the birds and out to the waiting people. I really would have liked to see it as well (and I could have easily taken the morning off) but we just didn’t really think about it.
