Category: Reflect

The Cry

A lot of guys won’t let themselves cry after the war, unless alcohol opens the…

The Veteran

When embers burn lowAnd hard drink makes him softThe words tumble outHe no longer seems…

Glory

There is no glory in the mud, the blood, or the hate Glory only comes…

Boy soldier

Boy soldier I wanted to be in the military as long as I can remember.…

The Boys of Kilo

The Boys of Kilo It’s a curious thing when the boys of Kilo assemble. The…

Kilo memorial

Kilo memorial Below is a speech I gave at a Kilo 3/7 reunion in Scio,…

My Squad Leader

My Squad Leader I served in the Marine Corps for twenty-five years.  I was an…

Sorry, but it doesn’t bother me

Sorry, but it doesn’t bother me As Afghanistan fell to the Taliban following the fiasco…

Medevac part 3

Medevac part 3 I don’t remember much about the flight back to the U.S. except…

Medevac part 2

Medevac part 2 The cargo plan was full. The wounded are in stretchers. We are…

Medevac part 1

Medevac part 1 We flew back to the battalion in Al Qa’im.  Several Marines and…

Prelude to the medevac

Prelude to the medevac The world gets very small when someone is shooting at you. …

The last letter

The last letter When men go to war, when it gets real, they often write…

I remember

I remember I’m flying on a KC-130 tonight, on a training mission to refuel jets…

I didn’t die

I didn't die My son was four years old, playing with his toys in the…

I see him

I see him There are some interesting things that develop when you serve in the…

Belly of a plane

Belly of a plane I crawled into the belly of a plane once in my…

A reflection on Corpsman

A reflection on Corpsman Whenever a Marine bleeds or cries, there’s always a sailor beside…