I read this at the start of today's "Open Phones." It's written in from the perspective of a fallen Marine. Remember to honor those who have gone bravely before us!
You won’t know my name because it’s not on the front page. So, from Facebook take a break and hear what I have for America’s sake.
I knew what I wanted to be since the age of twelve. It’s those three letters, P-F-C. So, six years later, I charted out on my dream; said “goodbye” to my mother and father and my three siblings.
I left the warm tones of my mother and encouraging words from my father and exchanged them for harsh verbal blows from my drill instructor.
The guys in my platoon were as passionate as I – pursuing our dream and fighting for your rights.
Well, that day came – deployment as it were. My mother and her tears, you really should have seen her. As, I opened the door to leave, I told her I’d be fine. The last words I heard her utter were “Semper Fi.”
The bullets they were flying, Alpha Charlie… one, two, three. That moment was scary, but this was my dream, you see? Sergeant Davis just took one too the face. His blood on the ground it streams.
Kept screaming into my radio until my voice was sore. It was then that I realized, all my company was no more. I used to play this in my backyard, but this was real war.
I was running out of the house and that is when it happened. I stepped upon an IED and that’s what claimed my life, you see?
My family buried a brother and his son. But, my message with you today is not done. With Memorial Day, there is little “happy” – please remember the other brave and recall these four words: God Bless the USA.
