Well gents, you wanted a piece of the spotlight surrounding my dead hero friend’s success. You’ve got that now, and you’ve landed on my target deck.
Neither of you have visibility into what it’s like to volunteer for public service as a firefighter, law enforcement, government service, or to understand what it’s like to write a blank check to Uncle Sam that comes with volunteering for the US military.
I saw the Twin Towers fall, realized I was off to some strange land to defend the freedom we enjoy in America as a Navy SEAL, and I realized I wouldn’t be there for the birth of my son, born November 30th, 2001. Chris Kyle and I were stationed at SEAL Team 3 at the time, and he and others would soon follow. A lot of my friends would never return.
It’s a strange place to find yourself, when half of your friends are no longer here. I catch myself grabbing my phone to call my best friend Glen Doherty and other friends I’ve lost, and then I realize they’re gone. They are not – they were not – cowards. They are human beings, my friends. They are fathers, husbands, with mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. They gave their all for this country.