I was stationed at Ft Drum, NY in the early to mid 90s. Our first combat deployment was to Mogadishu Somalia just days after the BlackHawk Down mission. Upon our return to Drum several months later, the buses pulled off to the side of the road that night to wait for the MP escort we were getting to the gym to be reunited with our families and loved ones. On our bus all was quiet as we waited. At one point in the darkness, Home Sweet Home started playing on the radio. This song has held special meaning for me ever since that night