I was coming home for my sister's wedding. It was right after the Gulf War. Back then, we had to fly in our Class A uniform. The flight attendants upgraded me to first class. That was cool, but not as cool as when I came home. You see, I had heart surgery when I was 4 years old. I always said I was going to grow up to be in the Army and was told that my heart surgery would prevent that. When I came home from my surgery, my older brother and sister painted a sheet to say, "Welcome Home, Dee Dee." When I got off of the plane in Milwaukee, my family and my best friend were all there... holding that very same sheet from 1973... saying Welcome Home with yellow ribbon balloons. I was the only military on that flight and all of the other passengers were applauding as I had a very happy, very tearful reunion with my family. I still have that sign as of this day.

Dee Majeski
Milwaukee, WI