Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and the thinkers, but most of all, surround yourself with those who see greatness within you, even when you don’t see it yourself.
If I were to grow old and you asked me to reflect back as to who were my biggest influences in life, I would no doubt tell you about the men I served with in Iraq. It has always been my wish to tell you our story. Specifically, the story of my platoon on my second tour. Our platoon radio handle was “Black” when referred to over radio communications. My specific team was called “Black 6” over the radio. So it would do me the honor to carry on our mission in global servitude by naming this new company I keep, “The Black 6 Project”.
It has been over 12 years since we deployed to Ramadi, Iraq. It was a war torn city; walls damaged with bullet holes, streets cratered by IED’s (Improvised Explosive Devices), and a population that was stressed and tired with the war. Ramadi seemed to be the showdown location between insurgents and Americans and the locals were stuck in the middle of it all.
During the next few blog posts, I hope to tell the story of the platoon that taught me so much about life. The high tempo we kept in missions and patrols kept me at a standard that I thought I would never keep for myself. Years have passed and I remember very little now. Annual reunions with my infantry company have kept me in touch with my Marines and the moments we reminisce about the war have helped me keep my memory fresh.
I hope to do everyone justice and keep the stories of honor and courage alive. Their stories should be told even though there are times I just want to retreat into my civilian shell and put the war behind me. It may be time to let it out right? Comment and offer me your critique.