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I always tried to do right by my Marines. But it wasn’t enough. What could I have done better? Will I ever stop asking that question?
The images of desperate Afghans swarming to flee Kabul at the end of the mission filled me with a painful sense of loss.
My backyard is where I come to clear my head. It’s the place I come to reconcile memories before they become thoughts that feel painfully real.
I knew I was away from home too much, I missed too many Little League games and anniversary dinners. I thought I could make up for it when I was back home.
Reuniting with my friends felt like taking a deep breath of fresh air: exhilarating and good for my soul.
Explosives, a Couple of Flamethrowers, and No Ordinary Men Against a Forbidding Jungle
|in Reflections | Marvin J. WolfThe ships with our 437 helicopters would reach Qui Nhon harbor in about four weeks. They needed a place to land.