Welcome Home Hamic!

So, after one long year of waiting for my brother to come home, he finally is! Safe and in one peice. We went down to Killeen on Sunday to welcome him home. I'm so glad that I can fight with him in person now, rather than thousands of miles away. Here are a few pictures from our trip: This was right before the buses arrived full of jetlagged Army men. They got a motorcycle escort onto the base.
After a few minutes of unloading and anxious crying, the buses drove off to reveal the troops waiting to see their families.

They said a quick prayer and a few other things that we couldn't hear and said "Families find your solider!" and we were off to find him. My dad holding my neice Emma's hand and I was holding Micaela and Zoe's. I don't remember where the rest of our group was, but they weren't far behind. All I heard was my Dad and Emma yelling "Jason!" & "Daddoh!" and then there he was, in the sea of soliders, my brother was home! This is my favorite picture. To see the smiles on their faces and the tears in their eyes, pure happiness. Daddoh was home!!!

After the welcome home ceremony, we had to go find all his bags and we went out to eat. We went to the Texas Roadhouse and had a great meal. It was really cool, because a table beside us full of soliders that had just got home 2 weeks earlier bought him a 'Jager Bomb' and toasted him. He's glad to he home, and as much as I hate to admit it... I'm glad he's home too!!

Welcome Home Hamic!!