The Gentleman

My brother is a Navy pilot and his callsign is The Gentleman. He’s currently He was recently deployed in Afghanistan far, far away from his home in Maine. For weeks my family had only the following brief email as assurance of his safety and the unease of a new, mystery location:

Just a quick hello! Letting you know that I am safe and doing well!  I can’t share anymore info still at this time but much better location than where we were before.  When I get new info that I can send I will. Love you!

Suddenly at the beginning of this week there was a mad dash of emails about “soon” and “if everything goes as planned” before yesterday – yesterday! – my brother finally came home. His squadron’s one domestic layover en-route to the west coast was Bangor. My dad drove the car like a madman up along Route 1, along Swan Lake, through Hampden and past Dysarts till we got a glimpse of the airfield full of tankers and jets and C17s.  God bless Maine for being the eastern-most state in this country.

Maine says welcome home, Greg. We are proud. We are overjoyed. We love you.