Today’s moments are tomorrow’s treasures. So when you see Santa this year, tell him what’s up from me and Java. I’m sure he’ll remember us. While you’re at it, buy the $10 picture and keep it someplace safe. Like on your fridge or framed on your desk so you’ll see it all the time and …
Two years ago, a buddy asked for a picture of everything I’d take with me if my house were burning down. I laughed and said how soon do you need it because I already have a million of those shots and his name is Java. But I played along, sort of: my green beret, my …
Java died in my arms last week. Pain hurts and loss is the worst kind so it’s taken me this long just to whisper what I still can’t believe. Alone is a lonely place with a broken heart after all. My last words to him were thank you and I love you. And I promised …
Life’s a funny place. Problems never stop, the world doesn’t care about you (even though people do), and the older you get the easier it is to make sense of what you should have done when you were younger. It’s humbling and difficult. It’s short and beautiful. And you don’t get a re-do. One way to …
Java is GORUCK. But looks alone didn’t put him center stage. It’s a much longer story about the identity of GORUCK. Who we were, who we are, and what that means. To sum it all up, we were an anonymous USA manufacturer with a perfect and boring face and we became an approachable people brand. …
The constant din of political banter going on makes me wish I were on deployment. But since I’m not I can’t help but talk politics. And this year, politics means Java. Java is a 6 year old English lab (despite rumors to the contrary), 78lbs and in perfect health. He’s worldly, with diplomatic trips to …
