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swedish days parade
geneva, IL
june 25, 2006
IT’S AN HONOR TO WEAR ARMOR
Twenty-four hours ago I suited up in my sandtrooper armor to
participate in the
Chicago Hunger Walk, but that wasn’t the only mission I would end up
doing this weekend. The
Midwest Garrison
needed troopers to march in Geneva’s Swedish Days parade, and without
hesitation I volunteered to march in it. It was a no brainer since Geneva
is only about twenty minutes away from me, and there aren’t too many
events that happen that close to home. Plus, anytime I can put on the
armor I’m going to, because it’s a great feeling and truly an honor to be
wearing something that means so much to me. This was an event I would not
miss out on.
ARRIVING IN GENEVA
I loaded up my Dewback with my armor and BFG (big freakin’ gun), and
ventured off toward Geneva. It had been raining that morning and was
already starting to be a warmer day than the previous day, so I had a
feeling that it was going to be a muggy day for me. I arrived at 1030
hours, just as we had been asked, and I realized I was the first one that
showed up. A man approached me stating that I couldn’t park in the main
parking lot, because it was going to be used as a “holding area” for all
the floats and others who would march in the parade. I learned that there
really wasn’t anywhere to park that would have been that close to the
starting point, so I decided to drive to the ending point so I could make
a quick getaway if needed.
After finding a good parking spot I suited up, grabbed my gun, threw
the bucket on my head, and started my way toward the starting point. I
must have been stopped at least four different times by people who wanted
to have their picture taken with me, but that’s something I look forward
to every time I suit up so of course I enjoyed stopping for them. One guy
with an expensive looking video camera asked me to say something to him
while he videotaped me. I asked him, “What exactly do you want me to say
to the camera?” He said, “You can say anything you want, but say something
about Swedish Days.” A few seconds later I came up with only this, “It’s
2006 and we’re about to have the best Swedish Days parade ever. You don’t
want to miss out on it!” I didn’t hear who he said he was with, but I
think it was something to do with the city. It sure would be cool to see
that video though.
While I was walking on Roosevelt Road (Route 38) a car pulled over to
the side of the road, and had a conversation with me of course about Star
Wars. He was asking questions like, “Where are you from, how’s the Empire
doing these days, have you ever met Vader in person?” Not entirely sure if
he was just mocking me or not, but him and his friends seemed to be having
a good time with it so it didn’t matter much to me. I played along and
answered him with responses that any good sandtrooper would say. After he
took off, other cars driving by me honked their horns, while others yelled
at me saying things like, “Look, it’s a stormtrooper!” From all the
distracting I caused I couldn’t believe no one got in an accident.
THE PARADE’S STAGING AREA
Once I got to the staging area I noticed that several groups were all
gathering around, but I didn’t see a single person from the MWG. I showed
up in my armor around 1100 hours, and I thought someone would have been
there by then. I did remember that everyone was meeting at TB-9442's house
at 1030 hours, so maybe everyone was over at their house still. So, while
I stood under a big tree that provided some great shade for me, I spoke
with a couple different people from other parade entries. After speaking
to this one guy who was playing the tuba for some marching band unit, I
learned that he is married to an old band teacher from my high school. I
played trumpet in high school and he is married to the director, so talk
about a small world!
It was now 1200 hours and still no signs of anyone from the MWG. I was
started to get a little worried, because I couldn’t believe I was the only
one here. Even people from other entries asked me, “Are you going to be
the only stormtrooper marching in this parade?” Of course I wasn’t going
to be the only one, but it sure was starting to feel like that. One of the
volunteers walked by me and I stopped him by asking, “Do you happen to
know if anyone has seen anyone in Star Wars costumes around here?” He
said, “Yeah, they’re all over there [pointed down one of the side
streets].” I then asked him if I was in the right spot for the parade, and
he told me that I was definitely where I should be. So, why weren’t they
standing where I was at, where we were supposed to be meeting up at for
the parade?
While I was waiting there by myself, a couple of younger guys
approached me and asked if I could do something for a video that they were
making. I told them sure, and followed them just to a parked Scion car
(one of those boxy looking ones). They initially wanted me to sit in this
thing, and I told them that there was no way that would be possible. I had
my backpack on and even if I didn’t have it on I still can’t sit down very
well in my armor. They understood and then asked if I could just stand
next to the vehicle. On the side of the car was a big Circuit City logo,
and I then noticed they had that same logo on their shirts. It looked like
I was about to be in some kind of advertisement for Circuit City (at least
that’s what I thought at the time). They were all psyched about me doing
this for them, and they kept thanking me for doing that for them.
 After
I finished up that little video shoot I walked back to where I was
supposed to meet up with everyone. And not too much later I saw the whole
MWG crew marching across the parking lot. It was only fifteen minutes
before 1300 hours, the time when the parade was scheduled to start, when
they decided to show up in our designated spot for the parade. After
speaking with a couple members I learned that they were all simply hanging
out by their cars, enjoying the shade and trying to stay cool. I felt much
better knowing that I wasn’t going to be the only on in this parade, so it
was good seeing them all heading my way.
 We
did have some time before the parade started, so we decided to do a group
photo under the same tree I had been waiting under. You think it would be
a piece of cake to get everyone together to get this photo taken, but it
took about ten minutes to get everyone settled and there were five cameras
that had to be used to capture the moment. After the pictures were taken
it was time to line up. The parade was about to start.
THE PARADE HAS STARTED
Now, I’ve been in a few parades with the MWG since joining the club
last November, but this was going to be the biggest one that I would march
in so far. There were more than 90 entries, so you knew this parade was
going to last a long time. Luckily we were very close to the beginning of
the parade, so we were off within minutes of the parade’s starting time.
 Looking
down the street I noticed that there a lot of people lined up all along
the route we were about to travel. I couldn’t believe how many people came
out to this parade. The parade moved at a very decent pace, and it allowed
us to interact with some of the onlookers. On several occasions, people
got up from their lawn chairs to stand next to me for a picture. Others
just took snapshots from where they were standing or sitting, so of course
I had to do an action pose for them. Most of the time I just pointed my
BFG at them, and everyone seemed to love it. If I had to guess, I would
say we were the highlight of the parade.
 My
parents, my wife and my one-year-old son were going to be at the parade,
and since I hadn’t seen them yet I knew that we would be approaching them
soon. We were more than halfway down Third Street when I finally spotted
them on the right side of the street. My wife stood up with my son, I
walked up to them, and my son started crying hysterically. I felt really
bad that I made him cry like that, but it’s not like that was my
intention. My wife walked away from me laughing because of how he just
freaked out. It was kind of funny in a way. I said a quick “hi” to my
parents and continued walking. Two blocks further and the parade was over.
Mission accomplished.
PATROLLING THE AREA
After the parade was over I met up with my family, but of course I had
my helmet off so that I didn’t traumatize my son any further. He
recognized who I was, at least the rest of my armor didn’t scare him. It
was just the mask that scared him. While I stood there so many people came
up to me for a picture, that I couldn’t even really just stand there to
speak with my family. So, I took a few photos with other people, and then
I just looked as if I were too busy to do any more photos (for the time
being anyway).
Shortly afterward my wife and son left to go home, and I chose to hang
out with my parents for a little while. The same thing happened to me
while walking around with them… people wanted pictures taken with me. The
look on my parents’ face was priceless, as you could see they were just in
awe at everyone’s reaction toward me. Most wanted a picture with me, while
some wanted autographs and others wanted to simply talk to me about my
armor. One kid actually came up to me, who looked like he might have been
2-3 years old, and gave me a hug. That’s the first time any kid gave me a
hug, and it was a great experience to an already great day.
Since there was a thunderstorm approaching, I felt it was time to call
it a day. I told my parents “goodbye” (they were going to leave as well)
and started walking back to my Dewback. I was only about a mile away, but
since more people wanted pictures with me it took me about twenty minutes
to make it back to my ride.
MISSION WAS A SUCCESS
Although the day started off gloomy and wet, it turned out to be a
gorgeous day. Sure, it was warmer and much more humid than the previous
day, but at least it was only in the low 80s so it was bearable. It’s
always a lot of fun trooping with members of the MWG, but it’s even more
fun when so many people (young and old) want to interact with you (i.e.
photos, autographs, etc). Nothing is more rewarding than putting a smile
on a young child’s face, or when you see grown ups with that look in their
face that says, “I loved Star Wars when I was a kid and I love it now.”
There’s no age requirement or limit to be a fan of Star Wars. That’s what
makes it so special, but what’s even more important and worth noting is
that Star Wars will be around forever.
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