I am a Marine. I tell people often I do not make friends, I make family. This is true about my Marine Corps experience.

I volunteered for Operation Iraqi Freedom standing alongside the people I have trained, bonded with, and could truly trust.  I knew these people had my back, and I had theirs.

Surprisingly, the experience was both enriching and rewarding. War is a horrible business. Fighting for the rights and freedom of others so far away is a daunting task, and my faith became truly important as it always has been. I am a Christian and my faith was truly tested throughout this experience.

During the deployment, our chapel operated as a "normal" church.  We conducted bible studies, choir rehearsals, and many other activities similar to our churches in the United States.  What kept us grounded were our strong foundation in faith, and our Marine brothers and sisters we leaned on throughout our common struggle.

I may have been the only person that felt war was a rewarding experience. We did not lose anyone in combat. Throughout countless convoys, vehicle searches, and perimeter clearances; we maintained our faith in God and he protected us.  Although never directly engaged, the carnage of war was ever present. I thanked God then and I thank Him now for His continued protection. God bless those who have gone to battle, will go into battle, those who have returned, and those who paid the ultimate price for this country.  OORAH! Semper Fidelis Marines!