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Photo purportedly showing the terror suspect shortly after an explosive device detonated. (📷 Breaking911)
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I’ve enjoyed the highs of life as well endured the lows. I grew up in a broken home with an addict ‘sperm donor’ who my mom left behind ultimately saving her life as well mine and my brothers. At that point of 9 years old I had been to numerous schools and daycares, my ability to socialize and be outgoing worsened and I became extremely introverted. I was never the popular one and even at times the victim of bullying. I had a “big head with dumbo ears.” Extremely shy I learned misbehaving as a way of getting attention. For the longest time I wanted to fit in and be accepted, then my mom met Tim, whom I call dad today. He called me Gump, although to this day unsure why, I walked just fine, but I emulated him in every way and eventually got good enough at baseball to get into college, all thanks to his coaching. Well John being John I had a big role in why that fell apart and was ultimately dismissed from Frank Phillips losing my scholarship. After working dead end jobs living with my grandparents I decided to join our beloved Marine Corps. After nine and a half years, four deployments, two divorces, and facing felony charges I was yet again my own worst enemy and discharged from the Marines. (insert) chaotic behavior, jail time, DUI, completely reckless and having suicidal ideations I made some not so good life decisions. At times I’m surprised my family still loves me and some of my friends still support me. One of those poor decisions has come to bite me in the ass here recently and Django is no longer mine. I gone fucked up again and Django was taken from me, safe to say I know what it is to feel like a failure, and have been thrown more than my fair share of curveballs. But this too shall pass, and as much as I’ve wanted to give up times, this is not that time. We as humans often take for granted the lives we life, the opportunities afforded to us and the gifts we receive daily. I struggle at this time of year since Grampi passed as that’s when my life took a drastic turn. The events yesterday added fuel to what were embers and the fire ignited again. I felt sorry and had my pity party and now it’s time to make moves. (to be con’t) 👇🏼
We would like you to meet our friend Doug. The men in just the last 3 generation of Doug’s family, have served this country for the last 80 years. Doug’s father was a Naval officer aboard the USS Arizona on December 7th, 1941. He survived that horrific day and continued to fight throughout WWII and the Korean War. Doug served as a Scout Sniper in the USMC. He was trained and mentored by Carlos Hathcock, with whom he remained close friends until Carlos’s passing. Doug was critically wounded on the opening day of Operation Desert Storm. Doug volunteered for what was nearly a suicide mission. He was told the probability he would be killed was around 70% and he did not hesitate to go. He was positioned behind Iraqi lines in the heart of Baghdad BEFORE we started bombing. His job was to operate a laser designator and “paint” command and control targets for aircraft dropping 2000# laser guided bombs. A bomb hit too close to Doug and the blast separated his leg from his hip, and blew an eye out of his eye socket. He fought his way to his extract point and was medevaced. After, multiple surgeries, receiving a composite hip and extensive rehab he returned to active duty. Doug’s son is currently on active duty at MARSOC command after serving as a Scout Sniper like his father. Doug still serves his fellow veterans by manning the phones at veteran suicide prevention hotline. Often times, Veterans fail to show signs of their sorrow, even to those closest to them. Doug with all his experience helping veterans on the edge couldn’t help his best friend and former USMC teammate, who took his own life on November 10, 2017. Some will recognize that date as the USMC Birthday.
Thank you Doug to you and your warrior family for all you’ve done and you continue to do, on and off the battlefield!!! Semper Fi brother...