I stood my second “honor our fallen brothers” ceremony. I watched the casket being carried as it passed me and while I saluted it hit me a little harder than it did last time. So much in fact, that it broke my focus and I accidently shot my arm down after receiving the command “Order Arms” instead of easing it back down to my side lol.
I didn’t know the Marine. I know his name though. His name was Sgt Julian Chase.
I don’t know anything about him besides that. I do know however that he left behind his moms and his old man, as well as the rest of his family.
I wonder in his last moments before his helo crashed, if he regretted not being able to tell his parents or whoever in his family that he loved them one last time before he headed off to his mission.
These thoughts will haunt me.
Haven’t been on in a while.
I’ll post some Afghanistan shit up on this biiiiihhhh
Civilains look Asian but they speak Russian.
That shit cray.
After that we Afghanistan bound.
7 months.
Yeeaaaah buddddyyyy. CAN’T STOP THIS!!!

Plus I love my awesome Wife