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thanks for supporting our troops!
To Andi and the gang:
The day before yesterday, Monday, our unit ended what turned out to be a 14 month deployment (for some of us). We left Iraq a little over a week ago, hit Kuwait for a few days to briefings and began the long flight home. Our flight was odd, in that we left Kuwait for Turkey, then to Ireland, then to Maine, then to Georgia where we stopped for 3 days. Then we bussed down to Arcadia, Florida for the ceremony and release. It was a grueling 9 hour bus ride and a perfect cap to the trip.
The tears were flowing when we finally drove into town, there was a police escort that led us through the traffic lights; people lined the streets waving and yelling welcome home. (Arcadia is the town our unit is from; they have been very supportive the whole time as well). It was wonderful.
We pulled into the armory to about 300 family members and news crews (WINK) interviewed me J and my teary-eyed wife. The general and his fellow officers gave a very quick speech and we got dismissed for the final time as the 651st MP Company. I can’t even come close to describing the feeling of elation and relief as I lugged my overstuffed duffle bags (for the last time) to a silver pick up truck that the wife had cleaned just for me. (It's her truck but she spoils me like that).
As we arrived home, (3 hour drive from Arcadia to Ft. Lauderdale) my wife gets out her camera, which struck me as an odd thing to do and took a picture of the off-ramp. Ok, now I’m curious, it's an off-ramp, but she won't explain. As we round the corner, she pulls the truck over and explains the signs have blown down. She made welcome home signs for me and staked them to the ground on the corner of the off ramp. I set out to retrieve them ... “Welcome Home Sgt. Wheeler” and “You Are My Hero, Chris” were blown over.. it brought tears to my eyes. She is the best friend I could ever want.
We continued home, only 10 minutes to the house now. As we entered the neighborhood, she slows down and I see literally 50 signs from all my friends and neighbors all lining the street as I get to my house. Very cool... and again I’ve reached a point where I can’t describe the feeling.
We round the last corner to my house, the first thing I see is life-size poster pictures of my nieces and nephews, my parents, all my sisters and their husbands. These things are taped to the garage door, to the tree in the front yard, to the side of the house, it was like a family reunion.. there were 20 more signs in my front yard, from kindergarten schools and friends just all over the place... it was stopping traffic!
(Note: Please see some of the photos which are posted in this blog's photo gallery!)
The following day was Halloween, so we left the signs up. A group of young kids came to the door, I was holding the dog (she goes nuts when people knock on the door) and Yoli was dishing out the candy, they were asking about who Chris is, so I gave the dog a stern “stay” and poked my head around the door frame. “I’m Chris, Happy Halloween” I said, and one of the boys ran from the door yelling to his dad, “I met Chris, I met the Hero”.. J it was so cool. They had been reading the signs as they walked the neighborhood and finally reached the house with all the signs. I didn’t think about that... never crossed my mind that something like that would happen but I guess, you can't help it.
So it was very neat and people said “Thank you and welcome home” all night long. Sigh … I even got a 6 pack of BUDWEISER from an Air Force member who said the Army had saved his life on three occasions while he was in Iraq and wanted to welcome me home and say thanks.. All in all, it was an amazing welcome home.
In the back of my mind, I kept thinking of the support we had while serving and doing our duty. With all my heart, I say “Thank You” to you for doing this the whole time I was deployed. It was very comforting and the packages were so welcome it's just so hard to even describe.
So, thank you, from all of us. Thanks for letting us know you support us, regardless of the mission we are given, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Sincerely,
Michael C. Wheeler