Twenty Years Of Reflection — Was It Worth It?
Thoughts from a combat veteran who has lived through it all.
At seventeen years old, I had no goals, guidance, or plan. I felt like a failure because I spent most of my teenage years doing drugs and drinking. I should have asked for help. I should have tried harder and taken my life more seriously. But that’s not how it happened, and I’m not sure I’d be who I am today without those chaotic years.
It was a routine day in English class. I sat down in the back to find out where the upcoming parties on the weekend were happening. Those parties brought me thousands of dollars in drug sales. A secret many never knew about me.
About fifteen minutes into class, everyone went silent as the monitors turned on and we heard the announcement. One of the World Trade Centers in New York was a flaming fireball. No one knew what happened, and the news thought a plane crashed into the towers accidentally; it wasn’t an accident.
A few minutes later, I watched a plane crash into the second tower. I stood up and walked closer to the monitors with a sense of urgency that made me start my quest for something greater. America was going to war; I would become a Marine and fight for my country.
In June of 2002, I stepped on the yellow footprints in Paris Island. A few years after that, in…
