After the week I had, as we all do, its easy to say how hard life is. Then, I remember something.
No one yelled, “Allahu Akbar” and ran at me with an IED strapped to their chest.
No one asked me to run into a jungle, full well knowing I would not be coming out.
No one asked me to storm a beach named Omaha.
No one asked me to land a Zodiak on a God Forsaken island in the Pacific.
I didn’t watch my friends get hurt and die before my eyes.
So my week was a piece of cake, thank you sir, may I have another!
Thanks to those that served, are serving, and will serve. Thank you to those that bravely go into the suck…for my family and myself!