Somewhere, I have an old photo of myself standing on the tarmac at Tempelhof in the 1980s. It is going to be very strange to look at that when I find it again, years from now. But, when I explain it to the younger members of my family, I will tell them this. I remember the architectural beauty of the airport, absolutely. But even more important to remember are these things: The courage and energy of the crews who flew the Airlift, under very demanding and dangerous conditions. And the strength and dignity of the Berliners -- proud and free citizens who refused to yield when a cruel attempt was made to starve them into submission. I salute both groups, and will remember them well, along with Tempelhof.