“Congrats Not So Lil’ Sis!!!”

Posted: June 15, 2015 in Uncategorized

This Post Is From Awhile Ago…

As I sat in the Waiting Room and saw Veteran after Veteran come in, I just felt that sometimes, they get forgotten… Which is F–Ked Up…

As I sat there, I started to think… And I thought… Yes, it sucks to be sick, yes it sucks to be at a hospital 3 days a week, yes, gas prices are killing me… But, I’m having a great day…

What’s your definition of a “Bad Day”? Having to wake up early? No coffee? Traffic? Taking your kids to school? Running out of Hair Spray?

A few years ago, when I was Corporal Macias, my definition of a “Good Day” was… Waking Up…

I woke up to a new day. Which meant I survived the previous day…

The night before my second tour to Iraq, Danielley and all of my family drove out to 29 Palms and we had dinner at a restaurant. I had Steak and Fried Shrimp with some bread on the side and a Mt. Dew. Danielle was staying with me that night, but I had to say goodbye to all of my family. Yes of course, there were some tears shed. But when I hugged my Lil’ Sister goodbye, she started crying so much. This was my second tour, and she was finally old enough to understand what was going on and where I was going. My mom had to put her in the car and lock the doors and all I could hear was her pounding on the window and screaming for me to not leave her.

My Mom later told me that, on the way home, my baby sister was crying and crying, but she told her that her brother was “going to a place that would help to keep us safe…”

When my sister was in elementary school, one of her homework assignments was to write a poem… Not an “every line has to rhyme” poem, just basically, a “speak from your heart” poem. She wrote this…

The First Time I Really Cried…

By: Alicia Sanchez



               It all started on the night we were in Twenty-Nine Palms. We were eating at the restaurant Carol’s, for a goodbye dinner for my brother. My brother is a Marine and was leaving to Iraq for a nine-month tour. This would be his second time there, but I wasn’t sad yet. I just felt normal.


I didn’t feel anything unusual before he actually left. Our dinner felt like a normal family get-together. Then the moment came when we had to say goodbye. My throat had a huge lump in it. I wanted to cry, but I would not let myself do that because I didn’t want him to start crying. I got in the car after I said goodbye, and broke down into a million pieces.  After a few minutes I tried to stop crying.


On the way home I took deep breathes and I felt much better. When I got home my mom gave me a big hug.  Today I am very happy because he is now out of the Marines. Every night when he was in Iraq, I thought about him fighting to save us. I love my big brother and I thank him for what he did for all of us. I still cry sometimes but now I cry because I am happy he made it home…”

I was lucky to make it back safe… Some of my brothers and sisters… They didn’t make it back… And I think I lost sight of that… And, for a long time, I think I lost sight of how beautiful life truely is…

Congrats Alicia… To me… You’ll still always be My Lil’ Sis…

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