The first leg from Portland, OR to SF Int'l was wonderful. Hardly anyone on the plane, quiet, time to reflect on my mission. It was truly a blessing with all the mixed emotions of going home. Then I had to transfer planes in San Francisco...ugh! First of all, had to sprint through the terminals to catch my connector flight. It was overbooked, so I had to fight about 20 other people to get booked for another flight, departing a couple hours later. The plane ride to Burbank (at least it was Burbank and not LAX) was awful. The plane was packed, loud, screaming kids and people smoking (yes, it was a long time ago). Landed, and luckily, my family figured I would be on this flight, since I wasn't on the one they were expecting me, and they were still there. Best of all, my girlfriend, who waited for me, was there too, looking incredible, and she is now my HCBW =0)