And if you want to know what I remember most about that day?
It isn't the bullets.
It isn't the blood.
It isn't the pain.
It's somebody telling me to stay awake.
And me deciding that I wasn't finished yet.
I survived.
I got back on my feet.
And I'm still here.
I still wake up every morning with the same philosophy I've carried since becoming a Marine.
Protect those who cannot protect themselves.
Never abandon your team.
Always finish the mission.
Those words mean more to me now than they ever did before April 15th.
I'll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of that.
Because I wasn't saved so I could simply exist.
I was saved because people believed my life mattered.
Because they refused to leave me behind.
Because somebody looked at me and said:
"Stay with me, Gunny."
I still protect people.
I still train.
I still lead.
The uniform changed.
The mission didn't.
What I'd learned in the Marine Corps didn't disappear when I left.
It simply found a different place to be used.
I finally understood that protecting people wasn't something the military had given me.
It was part of who I was.
I don't talk about April 15th very often.
Not because I can't remember it.
That's the problem.
I remember every second.
People ask what happened when they see the limp or scars. Usually, I give them the short version.
"I got shot. Nearly died. Eventually got medically retired."
That's enough for most people.
Danny helped me understand that.
He reminded me that I'd spent my entire adult life protecting people.
That didn't have to end simply because I wasn't wearing a Marine uniform anymore.
It took time for me to believe him.
Eventually, I did.
And that's where Black Star Security began.