On this page you will find some written pieces, many of which have not been edited just yet. These pieces are still in their infancy stage. Most are works in progress that will be part of a book that I hope to have published sometime in 2016.
A look at the struggle to define what a home, or where a home, is. Is a home the house that you grew up in or is it your family? If it is just your family, then why do we become emotionally attached to items and releasing them? Why does a car become more than a car after having it for a while? My piece focuses on where home was over the last eight years or so- from the end of my days in high school to my college days at CU. It gives the reader an idea of what life is like for a service member or veteran over the course of the years.
estimated 22 veteran suicides that take place every day in America. Having had several friends commit suicide after their time in the Marines I find it hard to handle on a daily basis. An enormous issue that was in national spotlight for a brief amount of time with very little, if any, progress being made. Over 8,000 veterans take their own lives every year, and my piece was an attempt to give some insight into statistics and scenarios that give the reader an idea of why this happens.
A day in the life of a Marine deployed to Helmand Province, Afghanistan. The story takes the reader to a military funeral service overseas to a patrol that was ill advised. Read about a firefight through the eyes of a Marine on the ground.
We all found our way to the military life one way or another. Here is a look at what brought me to spend four years in the United States Marine Corps.
Less than one month after the attacks on 9/11 the United States began what would become a long and costly campaign against the Taliban in Afghanistan. Nobody knew at the time that this campaign would claim over 2,300 American service member’s lives and wound over 17,000, or that it would continue after fourteen years of conflict.
A little piece for military, veterans, and civilians, on what you should really focus on this weekend.
These days everyone seems to think that the world is in shambles. Whether it is from terrorist attacks that seem to take place every few weeks or the police officers being gunned down once a week. The presidential race comes off as a sadistic reality show to friends over seas. Although these events are tragic they are not the problem; it is far more simple than that. It has become easier for people to be mean to each other, on a day to day basis, than nice. Worst of all, it is socially acceptable.
I moved back to New England after things started to come apart at the seams in Florida. After a few short weeks I am questioning whether the move was my best course of action. A benefit to my move back to the northeast is the proximity of the surf. In Florida I was driving four hours, one way, to go surf. Not only am i considerably closer to decent surf spots here, but the waves tend to be cleaner and, most of the time, they are bigger as well. Surfing, waves permitting, is my weekend retreat.
The first part of my trip to Europe. Wheels up in Fort Myers and touched down in London. Easier said than done.