Ok last post of the drinking night. Something got me thinking about this - probably the raid on Hoth Ice Planet.
When I flew to Beijing to meet my family for a tour of China in 2004, I used my miles to fly business class on Air China. Which I found out is pretty much like coach on any other airline.
But I still wound up in the upper section of a 747 where I was the one of the few people in the upstairs who wasn't traveling to a reunion of the
Hump Pilots - which holy crap sounds like about the most dangerous job in WWII.
The guy leading the reunion was a son of one of the pilots. At some point I talked to him and was just blown away by the story of what these guys did. I had been talking to the guy next to me some, who couldn't hear well. I told him thanks for the sacrifices that your generation made for my generation. I think he got a little choked up, or he just didn't understand me and stammered to be polite. I hope it was the former.
I always feel like if I was risking my life in a spot like that, I'd be wondering if it was even worth it, and definitely wondering if younger generations would appreciate it. So just to know, one time, that someone who wasn't even close to being born when I was flying over the Himalayas in a near-suicide mission - recognized and appreciated what I did for them - I think that little gesture would mean a lot to me.