Several years ago, on a flight out of Washington, DC, I agreed to give up my extra-legroom seat to a couple who wanted to sit together. They were part of a larger family group, and they had been to DC for a White House ceremony. A 6-footer myself, I briefly lamented the loss of those extra 5 inches of legroom, but soon discovered that I had been granted a far greater reward. My new seat was across the aisle from the family patriarch, Captain Ed Freeman, who had just received his long-deserved Medal of Freeman in that ceremony! As the daughter of a Navy officer and pilot, I knew immediately that I was in the presence of a true hero. Captain Freeman and his wife chatted with me, talking about the upcoming movie and the way the Medal was finally awarded, and other passengers and crew--including the plane's captain--came by with congratulations and thanks for the brave service of my new friend. Ever since that flight, I have thought of Captain Freeman as "my" Medal of Honor recipient. He and his wife and family were warm and friendly and clearly very happy that day. I am sorry to hear that he suffered more recently from Parkinson's, and saddened by his passing. My heartfelt condolences to his wife and children and grandchildren, and all his extended family and friends. I will always be grateful to have been included for those few hours in the magic of that day. That memory still sends a shiver through me, of proud patriotism and awe at the unfathomable bravery of our most extraordinary heroes. Thank you, Captain Freeman, for the gift of your service. May it continue to inspire us all.