The soldiers finally arrived at 6:45pm and OMGoodness it was cold at that airport. I did okay because I was born with a fur coat and Dad had on his Carhardt, but Mom froze because she stays cold most of the time. Mom said she wouldn't freeze like a popsicle just for anybody, but it was the least she could do for the soldiers since they do so much for us.
Mom says it was an honor to meet the 160 tired but happy soldiers. A lot of them were running down the sidewalk trying to get on planes before it got so late that no more planes would be leaving the airport. Unfortunately, about 100 soldiers had to stay at hotels until tomorrow morning and wouldn't make it home tonight. Mom said the upside was the fact they were safe and in the United States and the family members could go to sleep not having to worry about them. There were two huge buses waiting by the curb to take the soldiers to the hotels. They were biggest buses that I had ever been on at the airport. Dad said they were charter buses. I was afraid at first to get on the big buses because the steps were so steep and narrow, but I soon was so busy giving fives and kisses, I forgot all about being afraid. One soldier said I had pretty eyes!
We stayed with three soldiers while they waited for their families to arrive. One soldier's wife was lost and confused because of construction outside the airport. She was so lost that Mom finally had to get an airport supervisor to help her find her way. While the supervisor was using Mom's cell phone talking to the soldier's wife, Dad and I drove another soldier to meet her family because her family had gone to the wrong end of the terminal. Dad didn't want the soldier trying to carry so much luggage by herself. When Dad and I got in our van with the soldier, I didn't get in my bed like I usually do. I wedged myself between Dad and the soldier as we drove through the terminal giving the soldier lots of kisses!
On the way home from the airport, Mom called the Army. The plane will be here at 6:00pm tomorrow. Delayed again!
This blog is about Boomer, a five-year-old Fila, who was rescued as a puppy. He is now a certified therapy dog through Heart of Texas Therapy Dogs and goes to DFW Airport every day to meet and greet our Troops coming in for 15 days of much-deserved R and R.
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