I can’t imagine anything more painful than losing a child.

“Sorrow comes in great waves…but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.” – Henry James

A Quiet Life

Doctor Bill Krissoff had a satisfying and tranquil life. He was a successful orthopedic surgeon with a thriving practice in the small northern California town of Truckee.

His twenty-five-year-old son, Nathan, was a Lieutenant in the Marine Corps, deployed to Anbar Province in Iraq.

Memorial Day never meant that much to Dr. Bill Krissoff.

Maybe he’d catch glimpses on TV of wreath-laying ceremonies at Arlington National Cemetery. Otherwise, it meant picnics and a long weekend out of the office.

That meaning ended on December 9th, 2006, along with the life of his son. Nathan was killed that day when the Humvee that he was riding in drove over explosives that were buried in a dry riverbed near Fallujah.

Marine First Lieutenant Nathan M. Krissoff was killed by an improvised explosive device (IED) on 9 December 2006 in Anbar Province, Iraq. Photo credit: sandiegotribune.com

A Call to Arms

Dr. Krissoff was devastated. There was nothing he could do to help his son, but maybe he could help some of the other men and women in harm’s way, serving their nation far from home.