The Few The Proud...

Our Marine. In November my little brother decided at 28 years old to go into the marines. My first thoughts were how scary, how stupid, we are right in the middle of a freakin war. But I was a supportive sister and wished him the best. He went into boot camp right after thanksgiving and we were not able to talk or write to him until February at his graduation. Ryan was so awesome and bought me, my mom, Jaxon and Skyler plane tickets to fly out to San Diego for his graduation.

It was awesome and so fun to see him. Life on a military base is totally different than my life. Russell, my little bro, had to salute everybody in a higher rank as he passed them. What was the most awesome is to see how Russell had changed. My mom and I always took care of him growing up, well lets not lie, right up until he left to go into the marines. When we saw him and spent the day with him, he smiled all the time, his head was held high with so much confidence and he talked like the world was in his hands. It was AWESOME. He looked so great and I am so proud of what he has accomplished.