Range time on Father’s Day, with my Glock 21 and Glock 19.
I think it’s time for change of what I do. Very much thinking about doing what I love to do vs working for someone else. Just gotta figure out how to make it profitable.
Always able to find great music with purpose and meaning. And it helps keep me calm and relaxed which is always a plus.
Some photo’s from my visit to the Virginia War Memorial on Memorial Day later that evening.
Years have gone by since I uploaded this video onto youtube. But finally one of my riding video’s is my number 1 video in my google analytics. It’s a very great thing to see the work I put into my riding video’s being noticed finally.
Google + has this cool feature with their photo uploader that takes a burst of like photo’s and creates a stop motion. Here is one from my visit to the Virginia War Memorial yesterday as I paid my respects to all Virginian’s who have given their lives for the United States of America and even other countries, along with the hope of a better tomorrow.
Memorial Day live fire with my Smith & Wesson M&P Shield 9mm.
The Virginia War Memorial, a place I frequent here and there. Probably the most beautiful and yet calm place in the city of Richmond to visit. Where those who gave their lives are forever remembered.
My grandmother told me several times of a story concerning a jar of pickles she sent my great uncle during World War II. My great uncle had written my grandmother asking if she could send some pickles as he had a longing for them as he was currently somewhere in norther Europe. He was Killed In Action, November 29th 1944 about a week or so prior to the official dates of the Battle of the Bulge. It would always bring her to tears when she would tell the story. I believe about 10 months after received their notice of his death, the jar of pickles was returned to sender 13 months after my grandmother had mailed it to her brother.
Fast forward to the end of 2012 into the beginning of 2013. I was leaving Afghanistan and making my own way back to the States. My grandmother was in failing health. I left Frankfurt Germany January 7th and landed in Huston Texas early the evening on the 7th. I was informed the next day by my father that my grandmother had finally passed away on January 8th. Part of me will always believe she did not want to leave not knowing that I made back to America alright, since losing her own brother to way 68 years prior in WWII, and that as I said was always very emotional for her to think about.
The statue “Memory” you see behind the panes of glass with names of those killed in WWII, one of those names on far left pane of glass is my great uncle.
To my followers, why did you choose to follow me?
A very hallowed day is approaching. Remember all of those who lost their lives while serving during times of war and times of peace.
After the Spartan Race me and a good friend of mine are talking about doing this event. GORUCK Selection in Jacksonville Florida in early October of this year. 48 hours of none stop living parts of Special Forces Assessment and Selection. Challenging yes very much so, but I see the life rewards it will bring.
Loving the sound. All the songs so far have been outstanding.