The flights have marched in one-by-one and the Coin Ceremony is about to begin. All of the chatter
in the bleachers stops as the ceremony solemnly begins while you stare into this assembly of blue.
It's a sight to behold.

A lot of thoughts pass through your head as it's been a long 2 1/2 months since you've seen your
son/daughter. Our only communication has been through letters ( phone calls home came late in the
BMT process ). Those letters hinted that something good was happening out here as a once quiet &
aloof son becomes a prolific, descriptive writer.

If you're a non-military guy like myself, you're amazed at everything you see as the precision,
color, & pagentry of the military sinks in. The commands of the MTIs to the individual flights echos
out and the MTI's voice sound more like that of a baying hound dog while youth marches in step to
the cadence they bark out. You know that something special is about to happen.