And the names of those of the 707th who had passed were read. 
And the lump in our throat began to swell.

Just then, about halfway through the list - they appeared overhead

Two F-16s - symbols of might come to help us remember our fallen brothers. 

As quickly as they came, they were gone.

And a salute from the honor guard rang out.

Followed by echoed taps from the site of the old NCO club.

The somber notes hung over the nearly vacant grounds...

...where we had lived and worked over 40 years ago.

After more loving words, it was over.
And we knew something very special had happened here.