sg1987
12-14-2006, 11:03
This was sent to me....thought I'd share it. I would also like to extend heartfelt thanks to MSgt. Richardson, his family, and to all of you who have, and are still serving our great nation. God bless his soul and you all here as well.
Date: Saturday evening, December 3, 2006
American Airlines Flight 1904, ORD - MIA
Captain J-- W-----
By First Officer G--y B---d
We were informed at the gate that the remains of MSgt. Shawn Richardson
would shortly be loaded on our flight for the trip to Miami. He was a 17
year veteran of the United States Air Force and had been killed in the
service of our country. I went down onto the ramp and found the long box
appropriately stationed off to the side in a luggage cart.. The
curtains on the cart were pulled. It was my honor to spend a few
moments in prayer with him.
The captain and I finished our preflight duties and then went back down
onto the ramp and checked in with the crew chiefs to observe the loading
of MSgt. Richardson. We departed almost an hour late due to our late
arrival into Chicago.
We called for push and it was immediately granted. Normally, there's a
wait. We called ground for taxi and again - immediately granted.
Normally, there's a wait. We were cleared onto the runway and for an
immediate take off. Passing through about twenty five thousand feet we
were further cleared direct OMN (Ormand Beach) which is the first fix on
the arrival into Miami. That's basically a thousand mile straight line
and the most direct clearance I've ever received to Miami. Not a word
was ever said - but people were watching out for us.
The flight to and landing in Miami were uneventful, until we went to
turn off the runway. The tower asked us to proceed a little further
down where an escort was waiting for us. We did as instructed and a
Miami Dade Police cruiser met us on the taxiway. He escorted our
American Airlines Boeing 757 to the D terminal. The entire north ramp
had been cleared of all aircraft. I'd never seen that either.
As we approached the ramp we noticed the lights. There were at least a
half dozen fire trucks, no less than 15 police cars and countless other
vehicles. They were all parked in rows with their lights flashing. As
we taxied our aircraft to the gate, the fire trucks saluted our arrival
with crossed streams of water shooting over the aircraft. My first seven
years of service were in the Air Force Crash Fire Rescue Department.
There is no higher salute from the fire department.
We parked the aircraft and shut down. After our checklists, Captain
J---f W----- and I went down to the ramp level and observed the
unpacking of the casket, then the dressing with a flag. It was accepted
by the bearer team which was comprised of members of the Miami Dade
Police Department and Air Force Honor Guard.
After the "present arms" order (when all military and former military
render salutes and civilians put their hands over their hearts) and the
"order arms" order, when the salutes were finished, I noticed our jet.
As I looked up from the ramp level I saw a somber face in every window.
Not one of our passengers had moved until our fallen solider had
departed the aircraft.
When the procession left the airport, there were two cruisers in front
of the hearse and I have no idea how many behind. It was worthy of a
presidential motorcade and a fitting and probably all too uncommon show
of love and respect for one of our fallen.
And in case I haven't mentioned this previously - it was 1:30 a.m. on a
Sunday morning, we were almost two hours late. Our reception had
probably been waiting for hours and I would bet that most of the people
on our ramp were not on the clock.
Every now and then you see it: the silent majority that makes this
country the best in the world. I was so proud that night. Proud that
my fellow citizens on every level worked to get MSgt. Richardson to his
final repose. Proud of all the people who showed up on the ramp late
that Saturday night and waited hours into Sunday morning to show their
respect. Proud of our passengers that they recognized a greater purpose
than getting off the jet. And proud that my company, American Airlines,
knows how to handle this situation with humility and honor.
As you go through your day, remember that there are thousands of men and
women overseas in the service of our country, far from home and in
dangers way. Please remember that they have families back here who live
every day in fear of the phone call or official visit with the news that
their worst nightmare has come true.
Be thankful for their efforts and if you know someone who is in the
service - get their address from their family and write them and thank
them. It's the least you can do.
G--y B---d
Pilot, American Airlines
Major, USAF (ret)
Date: Saturday evening, December 3, 2006
American Airlines Flight 1904, ORD - MIA
Captain J-- W-----
By First Officer G--y B---d
We were informed at the gate that the remains of MSgt. Shawn Richardson
would shortly be loaded on our flight for the trip to Miami. He was a 17
year veteran of the United States Air Force and had been killed in the
service of our country. I went down onto the ramp and found the long box
appropriately stationed off to the side in a luggage cart.. The
curtains on the cart were pulled. It was my honor to spend a few
moments in prayer with him.
The captain and I finished our preflight duties and then went back down
onto the ramp and checked in with the crew chiefs to observe the loading
of MSgt. Richardson. We departed almost an hour late due to our late
arrival into Chicago.
We called for push and it was immediately granted. Normally, there's a
wait. We called ground for taxi and again - immediately granted.
Normally, there's a wait. We were cleared onto the runway and for an
immediate take off. Passing through about twenty five thousand feet we
were further cleared direct OMN (Ormand Beach) which is the first fix on
the arrival into Miami. That's basically a thousand mile straight line
and the most direct clearance I've ever received to Miami. Not a word
was ever said - but people were watching out for us.
The flight to and landing in Miami were uneventful, until we went to
turn off the runway. The tower asked us to proceed a little further
down where an escort was waiting for us. We did as instructed and a
Miami Dade Police cruiser met us on the taxiway. He escorted our
American Airlines Boeing 757 to the D terminal. The entire north ramp
had been cleared of all aircraft. I'd never seen that either.
As we approached the ramp we noticed the lights. There were at least a
half dozen fire trucks, no less than 15 police cars and countless other
vehicles. They were all parked in rows with their lights flashing. As
we taxied our aircraft to the gate, the fire trucks saluted our arrival
with crossed streams of water shooting over the aircraft. My first seven
years of service were in the Air Force Crash Fire Rescue Department.
There is no higher salute from the fire department.
We parked the aircraft and shut down. After our checklists, Captain
J---f W----- and I went down to the ramp level and observed the
unpacking of the casket, then the dressing with a flag. It was accepted
by the bearer team which was comprised of members of the Miami Dade
Police Department and Air Force Honor Guard.
After the "present arms" order (when all military and former military
render salutes and civilians put their hands over their hearts) and the
"order arms" order, when the salutes were finished, I noticed our jet.
As I looked up from the ramp level I saw a somber face in every window.
Not one of our passengers had moved until our fallen solider had
departed the aircraft.
When the procession left the airport, there were two cruisers in front
of the hearse and I have no idea how many behind. It was worthy of a
presidential motorcade and a fitting and probably all too uncommon show
of love and respect for one of our fallen.
And in case I haven't mentioned this previously - it was 1:30 a.m. on a
Sunday morning, we were almost two hours late. Our reception had
probably been waiting for hours and I would bet that most of the people
on our ramp were not on the clock.
Every now and then you see it: the silent majority that makes this
country the best in the world. I was so proud that night. Proud that
my fellow citizens on every level worked to get MSgt. Richardson to his
final repose. Proud of all the people who showed up on the ramp late
that Saturday night and waited hours into Sunday morning to show their
respect. Proud of our passengers that they recognized a greater purpose
than getting off the jet. And proud that my company, American Airlines,
knows how to handle this situation with humility and honor.
As you go through your day, remember that there are thousands of men and
women overseas in the service of our country, far from home and in
dangers way. Please remember that they have families back here who live
every day in fear of the phone call or official visit with the news that
their worst nightmare has come true.
Be thankful for their efforts and if you know someone who is in the
service - get their address from their family and write them and thank
them. It's the least you can do.
G--y B---d
Pilot, American Airlines
Major, USAF (ret)