It is a true privilege to be proud of kids you helped raise. Parris Island today.

Humor me a bit or skip it. I'm a proud papa.
I get the grand opportunity to watch a young man walk across that hallowed stage in the morning as a United States Marine

Sent him off 13 weeks ago just days after graduating (and having to work his arse off to make up for a damned Covid year to do it on time too). Shaggy blonde hair, skinny, too soft spoken and slouching. Overall good kid but that drive and oomph wasn't there.

The man I saw today was barely recognizable. Stood taller, chest out, spoke with purpose and looked me in the eye. Pep in his step, respect and verve. Good color, good attention to detail, just a changed man all around.

Not that he was ever bad...but, if you know, you know.


Now he's got plans, vision and the means to do something meaningful with his life.


So grateful for his decision and his dedication to see it through. I count myself lucky that I get to be a part of his journey through life.

To those who served, you made somebody proud.


To those who raised someone who served, honored to join your company.


Semper Fi.