I've always been a sucker for a man in uniform. Pretty typical I suppose. There's just something about soldiers that is enchanting. Marines are my absolute favorite. I'm not even really sure why. I suppose I have a hero complex.
I love patriotism. I think we should be proud of our country. I love America. I love our freedom. I support our troops. Always.
I did not know this man personally. I ran across his story on Instagram one day. At the age of 21 he was dead. On June 13, 2012 he became the 2,000th soldier killed in Operation Enduring Freedom. His life taken by an IED in Afghanistan. He had only been married three months to his high school sweetheart.
His name is Taylor Baune. He was from Minnesota and a Marine. And his story stays with me. I can't imagine the loss. And I hope I never experience it. Maybe it's his blonde hair. Kind of reminds me of my sweet Johnnie.
Taylor was a son, a brother, a husband. I cried today knowing it's been three years since he's been gone. He's not mine to cry over. But his story touched my heart. I follow his friends who were injured the night he died on Instagram. It's bittersweet. To see them moving forward. Becoming successful. And inspiring despite their challenges.
I believe we all have a purpose. That our lives are meant to fulfill something. Some have a very clear vision of their purpose. I believe Taylor Baune was one of those people.
I'm sorry for the loss of his life. For those who mourn him. I'm sorry this world is in a place where we send 20 year old kids to lose their life for freedom. Where we send any age to die for freedom. Sometimes fighting for someone else's freedom.
I'm also proud. Proud that this world contains people who fight for those who can't do it themselves. Amazed by the courage I see. And humbled by their very existence.
Rest in peace Taylor John Baune. Your life made a difference in mine.
Semper Fidelis.
