If you’re not patriotic, please leave. But for those of you who love our Country, “Hold on tight. I’m going to take you for a ride you won’t soon forget.”
NAVAL AIR STATION, PENSACOLA. Naval Air Station, Pensacola is the only game in town. As employer and as home-away-from home to countless sailors of all ages, both enlisted men and officers, the United States Navy dominates the scene. It’s what the town of Pensacola is all about. And the real star of the show is the Navy’s Exhibition Flight Demonstration Team, the Blue Angels. Or as everyone here calls them, “the Blues.” Old men, young men, boys and girls and kids of all ages are devoted to these guys, the Blue Angels. And the ladies are too. Really! This is the Angels’ home. And there’s not a man, woman or child in the city, including Greg Alford, who’s not keenly aware of it.
THE BLUE ANGELS: AN INSTITUTION. Keep one thing in mind as you read this post: “I don’t know any more about the Navy than you do.” Well, maybe a little more, but only because my friend Captain Jon York lives right here in Pensacola. He’s been our guide and constant companion for the entire eight months we’ve lived in Pensacola. Jon’s a retired Navy Combat Pilot, and I’ve been “all ears” when he talks about the Navy and his experiences aboard ship and in the air! Anchors aweigh, my boys. Anchors aweigh!
Anchors aweigh, my boys. Anchors away!
HERE’S MY TAKE ON IT. What I’ve perceived about the Blue Angels is that ‘the group of guys is more than just a group of guys.’ And it’s not just guys calling the shots. The women on the Angels’ team play as important a role as the others. The Blues are a collective, an institution bigger than any one of them. They’re short and tall, younger and older, some from the South and others from the North. But most of all they’re Americans, damn proud of this country and what it stands for. They parade their patriotism to groupies like me all season long. And we both love it. They do the flying and I do the cheering. But somehow we’re in it together. I’m positive the guys know it, too. They feel it as I do. I’ve never asked, but if I did I’d bet you a c-note that any of these heroes would agree. Is that a tear I spot in his eye as he shakes my hand? Can’t be. Or can it? We’re all in this together. Let’s put it together, America. We’re on the same side!
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