Earlier in the morning I had my sunrise cigarette and found myself overwhelmed with emotion as I understood that this beautiful day would never be known by the young men who died single in Iraq 2004-05 (Walter Sobchak) Semper Fidelis, something known only to a warrior.
It is this understanding and respect for death that I have found the most meaningful lesson in life learned from war.
Of course, two of them were my parents, but blessed am I to have grown up with four of the greatest.
We were lucky to have our loved ones, I am sure other weddings full of unstable in-laws could understandably go quite another way; in grace our new Anderson family is blessed.
This moment was an opportunity for reflection; there was a girl I would write letters to when I was in Iraq back when I really didn’t know shit.
As per many great substance-lacking rumors this one came with the catch that the reason our chain of command had not informed anyone was because they didn’t want Marines in a combat theater going ape-shit with their loaded weapons while contemplating a different warrior's welcome home than originally anticipated. Even given the crippling statistics a very few have been able to make it work.
When we finally came home it turned out the story was true; many of those wives had fled and spent the deployment money as well. The reason strange and cruel divorce was such a happenstance in the Marines had to do with very young men marrying usually a high school sweetheart (first kiss), taking her far away from home and planting her in a house in Hawaii, where she finds herself alone for the first time in her life, for a year after the new husband deploys.