My little cousin Axel, who is actually not so little anymore, just came back form basic training from the Marines yesterday. It was so good to see him. Having always been a super in shape person, nothing about his outer appearance seemed to have altered, although he told me that he did gain 12lbs. I couldn't find it. But I was walking upstairs and Axel was in his room by himself just laying on his bed that he hadn't seen in three months.
I walked in, closed the door that somehwat muffled the commotion of the party happening downstairs and said, "I'm really happy you're back." He laughed and said, "Me too." I looked around his room, once being his older sister's transformed into a room for a teenage boy packed with snowboards, clothes, workout gear, and random collectibles. While those things are still there, they are barely present amidst the USMC gear that was spewed across this floor.
"Is this everything you have?"
"That's everything."
I asked if he was happy with his decision and he immediately responded yes. Then the question that I have been meaning to ask him came up. He was still in his uniform, not the dress one (which by the way costs like $500.00, but the fatigues tucked into the boots with the regular green t-shirt adorned with his dog tags. Now he was putting on his USMC sweatshirt - and without hesitation, he began tucking it in. "Are you scared?"
I think only a moment went by before he answered. And it wasn't even a contemplative moment. He knew all along the answer he wasnted to give, the only answer he felt he needed to give becasue he didn't feel any other way - i think the moment's pause came from wanting to say it the right way. In the end his answer was simply, "No."
Of course I probed, "Not at all?" His answer remained the same. I knew then that not all Marines had the attutude of "Hell no! I'm a Marine, of course I'm not scared!!" I wouldn't even think twice about a Marine that said he was scared - hell, I would be! But his simple no reassured me that he was confident in his decision to join the USMC and throughout his years there he would be happy with that decision. The culmination of all his years as a son of a former Marine has not influenced him in a way that forced his decision - he made his own decision and he was proud of it, and I am proud of him, so damn proud!
He told me something later on in the conversation that almost made me cry with relief - because of his schooling, he wouldn't automatically me thrown into Infantry when he deploys, but there's always that chance, which I no doubt know that he'll be ready for. And it is a definite that he will deploy - not for about 6 or 7 months - but he will be going overseas.
Seeing him in his uniform with all his USMC stuff on the floor almost made me cry. Not of sadness at all though - he has gotten so grown up, so sure of himself and I was so proud of him. I don't know how else to describe the feeling I get when I say to people that my cousin is a Marine. I have nothing but praise for him, for all he has accomplished, for all he will accomplish. Axel is a hero. He hasn't been in war or fought in any type of battle, but his decision to be a Marine has made him a hero.
When I saw him off, along with his sisters, mom and dad, from Hartford and saw his recruiter take him away to the airport I remember looking out the window as he got in the passenger seat of his recruiter's car and I did cry. I cried cause I didn't want to see him fight for a country that (in my opinion) has no place overseas. I cried cause to me, he was still little Axel who played his video games and football and hung pictures of half naked girls on his walls.
But little Axel has grown up and has made a heroic and valient decision to become a United States Marine. I can't explain how proud I am for him. He has showed such courage in his decision and I support him 100%. He's not so little anymore and I have to say I look up to my [little] cousin.
I love you Axel, I love you so much <3 And I am so proud of you!
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