Evening fellas.
I don’t know how to say this but just tell it like it is. It’s reality people...
I read a post a little while ago on a private Marine FB group where a brother was contemplating suicide. He lives in Missouri. Many folks chimed in. I sent him my cell number and told him to call me if he needed a sounding board, and he did. I spent an hour or better on the phone talking with him...I convinced him to call 911 on his landline phone. And we talked until EMS and Deputy Sheriff’s arrived, and I talked to one of the EMS guys who was prior service green-side Corpsman, Devil Doc in Iraq/Afghanistan.. He told me Justin had two loaded semi’s on his coffee table.
I’m glad this Devil Dog called me and I was able to help...at least keep him talking...when you’re talking, you’re breathing. Justin has two beautiful, young daughters, and that’s what I focused on. And that’s where I geared the conversation. If you can keep a brother talking, you’re doing ok and he’s doing ok.
We Jarheads are a f’d up group of people...a bunch of damn torn apart souls. We bust each other’s nutsacks everyday, ten ways to hell, in these private groups...but when a brother or sister needs help, you act! You just gotta live it to understand it...
I pray my brother warrior Justin gets the help he needs...and he comes back stronger than ever. He’s a good man, a good father...a good Marine!