My brother Michael joined the Marine Corp as a result of the devastating aftermath of 9/11. He was in the Corp for 4 years and went to Fallujah, Iraq 3 times. He went into the services as a young, carefree, messy 19 year old boy and after 4 years, came back as a man, loyal to his country, a deep appreciation for family and eyes full pain of seeing loss, death and devastation first hand.
Each time we all went down to Camp Pendleton to welcome the soldiers’ home, each tour got harder: some absent, injured or withdrawn. As a family member, I'll never know what those guys went through together, but I do know they are all very proud of their country and their service. They have gone to great lengths to support each other and cope with a life after war. I am so proud of not only their service to our amazing country, but their loyalty and support to each other. Once a Marine always a Marine has never rang truer.
My brother has now met the love of his life, and is tying the knot April 17, 2015. I am so excited for the next chapter of his life, one full of love, happiness and family. The haunts and ghosts of wartime will now become stories of our family’s history to share with his future kids.
Michael was an amazing leader in the Marines, but his true heroism comes in all forms post war. He has helped so many cope, distress, and focus on living in the here and now. He brings people together and creates new memories that, I hope in time, will help overshadow their wartime flashes. My once annoying little brother has grown up a hero I respect greatly and hope to be like someday.
All men and women who serve in the military are heroes. I wish they could all win!