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As a man, as a person when all that you have done in your life can come into perspective in the fact that maybe not you, or a friend, or a family member has come to a point in their life that nothing else in the world matters except doing the right thing morally and mentally and trying to stay alive.
I have spoken of this many times and have always come to the conclusion that in ones life time, in your life, my life, we have all made choices that have lead you where we are today, many good ones and of course the bad ones. We have all chosen a path to facilitate ones life as an individual with an outcome that involves ones family, comparatively it be yours or someone else’s, but we have all accepted the perception that our path is the most righteous. I have always believed that no matter what path you have taken you must fulfill it to the utmost and follow thru the best way you can as a man or woman. Many paths have been chosen and not one is better than the other, but there are some that have been the foundation of what this country stands for. With all the adversity in ones life, and in the Military, it is easy to take the easy wrong over the right, but for some, for me, there are times that it just seems right, regrettably with some remorse, but at that specific point it time a choice had to be made, right or wrong.
For me the military has been the only way of life that was instilled in me based off the foundation of an upbringing that for most would be a hard way of life, but for the many who have joined the military, might have been the only option in their own life choices. I myself, it was easy…to join the Infantry, be a Combat Soldier, a Grunt, nothing more nothing less. Maybe it was all the “War Movies”, playing war as a kid, the history books, I don’t know, but it was my choice, a choice that I voluntarily made. Granted for many this choice was probably the only one they had but they still fulfilled their obligations, as any man or woman would have, the best way they can. I on the other hand had one specific goal, and by many accounts, who have questioned my resolve and loyalty to my country, have considered me an ill person, crazy, mentally, and Coo Coo, to be exact. Which is fine, for the line of work I am in, to hold your feelings on your sleeve is a luxury that I, we can not afford, and not in current times, a time of war.
Yes, a word that simply is nasty, dreadful and most of all debatable by those who do not agree with it, but it is my profession, a profession that I have chosen a profession that my family has chosen. With fifteen years under my belt, I have accomplished all my goals that I set forth in my career as an Infantryman, and under the twenty years that I have committed myself too. A brick wall at times, but five years of holding my own to make ends meet, is all that I have left. The idea of retiring at the age of 38, a Combat Veteran is very appeasing to me and to my family, but we are no where near the end.
I’ll question and argue with those who do not agree with the war and the Soldiers who are fighting and dying every day that gives them the opportunity and the luxury of speaking ones mind in resentment, detestation, and the misconstruction of why we are over there. This is not a complex issue it is plain as day, but I’ll leave that to those of you who are willing to question what we do as American Combat Soldiers.
My family, working hard at the ranch in Seven Sisters, Freer, Texas, have come full circle in sending off one of our brothers, sons to war, this past November, but not with sorrow but with pride and honor. I acknowledge that my little brother will be content that we will have the home front guarded by his older brothers, Alex who will be holding ground with mom and dad and will protect our family by keeping the family in good spirits while little brother is at war. Today we begin to say, don’t feel sorry for him, don’t feel bad for him, and don’t question him, because he is doing what we need him to do, to fight and defend the rights of all who ask the question and make those comments.

God Speed little Brother, for I got your back, because I know you have ours…