Joan
Gaudet’s back yard in Bradley, Maine, was full of bird
feeders brimming over with seed. The
retired Certified Nursing Assistant, whose husband, Richard, a full time
Maine
Air National Guardsman, who had passed away several years earlier,
meticulously cared
for the wild birds. Joan, a mother of
eight and grandmother of three, was proud of her well kept yard and
stayed busy
tending to it. That would all change in
October of 2003. Joan
ran into an acquaintance that said she was going to the Bangor Airport
to greet some
soldiers returning from Iraq. The woman invited her along. Joan was so
moved by the reaction of the
troops being greeted, “well that was it,” she said, as excited by the
memory
today, as she was seven years ago. Since
that October 2003 day, she has gone to greet service members deploying
or
returning each and every time they passed through Bangor, Maine. Joan,
and her fellow “Greeters”, have gone back and forth to the airport, as
many as
nine times in one day. It doesn’t matter
if it’s 3:00p.m. or 3:00a.m., she and the other two “Dedicated Greeters”
will
be there to thank the troops for their service, and wish them well. The
other two dedicated individuals are Bill
Knight (89), and Jerry Mundy (76).
Bill
is a WW II veteran, having served in the Army Air Corps in North Africa, but retired from
the U.S. Navy after 32 years of combined service. He knows firsthand what a thank you means to
a soldier. The homecoming for troops
from Vietnam was a disgrace,
and Bill made the promise to never let that happen again. His commitment is so strong that on the day
he found out that he had cancer, he was the first one to arrive at the airport. The
last die-hard “Greeter” is Jerry Mundy, an ex-Marine, who served during the
Korean War, but never saw any action. He can often be found in his pick-up
truck with his dog, Mr. Flannigan, parked at the Bangor Airport waiting for the troop’s
airplane to land.
No
one could have predicted that they would still be greeting service members
seven years after they began. “I’m going
to keep doing this until the wars are over or I can no longer do it,” Joan
insisted. “You can’t give up, because
you feel like you’re letting the troops down.”
Joan (77) suffers from a variety of bone degenerative aliments and the
pain associated with it, and uses a cane or walker most of the time. But when greeting the soldiers, she stands
there without the appliances because, “you can’t get them into the airport.”
These
dedicated people have greeted over one million troops in the past seven
years. Many other people will join the
three from time-to-time, but they alone are always there. Among other notable greeters at the Bangor International Airport have been former
Presidents’ George W. Bush and Clinton. Bangor Airport has seen so many
troops pass through, because it is the east most point in the United States and has runways
two miles long, therefore they can handle the largest aircraft. Joan,
and her fellow “Greeters”, offer the troops a cell phone to call their friends
and families. They have 40 mobile phones
with them, courtesy of Verizon. Joan
pushes those who are passing through to take advantage of the free phone, no
matter what time it is; “because your mom will want to know,” she said. The greeters presence is more than a phone
call or wave, often the departing troops are comforted talking to the two vets
who have already made a like journey.
Yet, Joan, the mother and grandmother she is, insist that the soldiers
make a last call to a loved one before departing. Aron
Gaudet, Joan’s son, a television news producer in Grand Rapids Michigan, was
explaining to his girlfriend, Gita Pullapilly, a reporter at the same station
(now his wife) what his mother was doing day after day. They decided to produce a documentary film
about the “Greeters”. It took three
years to do so, but the film, “The Way We Get By” has won awards as best
documentary at 17 different film festivals.
It was shown on Veterans Day, 2009 on PBS, one of only eight or nine
independent documentaries to air on that station annually.
One
woman who saw the film, Joanne Lyle, emailed the “Greeters” and explained that
her son would be passing through the Bangor Airport on his way to Iraq. She asked them to look for her son and give
him a hug from his mom. They located the
soldier and at Joan’s insistence the young man called his mom, he told her how
great the “Greeters” were and said another good-bye. Joan received a second email from Joanne,
thanking her for making her son call that day; because one month after he
departed he was killed in action. It was
the last time she heard his voice, and in a small way it provided Joanne a bit
of closure. Joan
has said hi and good-bye to other peoples children and grandchildren, but she has
also bid farewell to her own granddaughter, Captain Amy Johnston, an Army
National Guard helicopter pilot and grandson, Sergeant Troy Johnston, a flight
service NCO in the same unit. Joan also
welcomed them back a year later; and faces the prospect of bidding them
farewell again in 2011.
Not
all soldiers come home through Bangor, especially if
they have been wounded. This became
clear when she was touring with the film in Washington, DC. While at a showing of the documentary at Walter Reed Hospital, a soldier said “hi”
to Joan and reminded her that she had seen him off several months prior. The man had lost both legs to a roadside
bomb. Joan welcomed him home. Another soldier explained to her that since
he returned he has undergone seven operations and still faces up to 14 more. “It
was heartbreaking what these soldiers endure, it just breaks my heart. You don’t have to support the war, but these
troops and their families need our support,” Joan said. She also said, “If you can find anything in your
town to volunteer at to help other people, do it because volunteers are needed
so badly.” Simply volunteering won’t
make you rich or famous, but will make you a hero to those you help. As
they walked out of the Pines Village Retirement Communities of Valparaiso,
Celebration Breakfast in honor of Older American’s Month, Aron noted, the last
time he was at his mother’s house he saw all the bird feeders in the back yard,
but no wild birds. He investigated and
found the feeders were empty and the yard was a bit shabby. “I guess she found something more important
to do,” he said.