The pilot was standing around as I got out of my wheelchair to board my flight to Portland. He followed me and the flight attendant who volunteered to carry my bag. I fling myself into my seat. He quickly asked, "were you in the military." I replied "yes."
He said, "Afghanistan 2010?" Again, although surprised this time, I said slowly "yessss."
He then told me that he recognized me, my injuries, and my face. He told me he never knew if I survived or not.
Marc Vincequere is his name. He flys w United now. Crazy small world. He was the pilot that flew me out of Afghanistan.
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Now see, there’s a nice little happy story right there. They still happen!
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