My son's death.
My wife's passing.
This is similar to a question from last year, asking about the worst day of our lives. At the risk of redundancy, I'll revisit it, because this I would see erased:
October 23, 1983, the bombing at the US Marine Barracks in Beirut, Lebanon.
I was a 2nd Louie, 3 weeks into my first overseas tour with the Army Combat Engineers. Our group was prepping vehicles in the motorpool, 150 yards from the explosions. Even at that distance, the initial concussion knocked us to the ground. Lost many good friends that day, too many outstanding men. The scene of carnage there will remain with me the rest of my life.
My most painful memories take the greatest part into shaping my mindset and making me stronger.
My son's death and my childhood 😔.
This morning. We were awakened by an intruder who has been stalking my daughter. He forced entry into our home and was going to hurt my daughter. My husband protected her and was able to get him out of our house. He is currently in county jail, awaiting sentencing on three felony counts. We are okay.
Because of mental illness in our home we chose not to have a gun in our home. We are currently rethinking that stance, and are looking into all options.