As we flew into Haiti, the destruction was immediatly evident. As soon as I could see land, I could see hundreds of tents. Some formal looking, donated by the US or other countries; many made of sheets of metal, tarps, and bed sheets. In many places, streets and walkways were unrecognizable because of the immense amout of debri.
We got off of the plane into the muggy Carribean climate. At 7:30am, it was already 85 degrees. Stepping off the airplane we were greeted by the sound of a local Haitian band playing for tips. It was pleasant and several of the airport personel were singing along quietly. As we traveled through the airport, I became immediately aware of the presence of military, many different countries were represented. I felt proud to see Us military men and women, a part of a worldwide effort.
When we finally arrived at our base, I could ponder - this whole earthquake thing was worse than I thought.