My Squad from Somalia
Sgt, Grit, I enjoy your e-newsletter profusely, so I thought I would contribute something to it.
I am fortunate enough to remain in contact with most of my squad from Somalia. We keep each other up-to-date on our lives, joke about the old times and talk about the future. In a conversation I had with a buddy, he told me what we all meant to us. Growing up, he said, he didn’t have much of a family life. They just weren’t that close. But we, his squad, were the closest he got to having a family. We watched out for each other, we lived in extremely close quarters, went through hard and scary times together, shared all our care packages so that no one missed out on something from home and even shared a shoulder to cry on when it got to be too much.
Back in those days when we were 20 we couldn’t put it in the right words, but nearly 20 years later, we are beginning to realize that we were family. And we had something much different than blood holding us together. We had the bond of brotherhood and the test of hard times.
Semper Fi 1st squad, Checkpoint 16, Mogadishu!
Kevin Sadaj
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