During the start of the war, we buried one of our Force Recon team mates at Arlington. He was a son, a brother, a husband and a father. As I watched the honor guard fold the flag, I looked at his wife and kids. They were filled with sadness and despair. Emotion started to boil inside of me.
We were supposed to be warriors and this was supposed to be a noble end. But in that moment, I couldn’t find any nobility. And the hurt of his loss truly set in. One of my other teammates saw my frustration… And as a brother he said to me, “It was good to know theres guys out there who would go all the way, huh?”
I looked over at him and I saw a hint of a smile on his face and then it clicked…Our fallen brother, was all of us. And in that moment, tears of sadness became tears of pride. Because that is who we are and that is who we choose to be. And I’m ok with that.