Every year on Memorial Day, I give a few moments of my time to say the names of some of my brothers and sisters who have passed from this earth – either on the battlefield or elsewhere – and remember their sacrifices. I remember my former company commander who perished in a tragic accident. I remember the Command Sgt. Major who died on my last deployment. I remember the friend with whom I was stationed for several years, who took his own life a few years ago.
Some years ago, I stepped off an ugly yellow school bus onto a covered patio at Ft. Jackson, carrying two large duffel bags and wearing my first…
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