MEMORIAL DAY 2014
Trent is not as common as Brent and sometimes people mishear me when I introduce myself or call me Brent on accident when they try to remember my name. I always enjoy this mistake. I like being called Brent because of where my name comes from. Now I don't much like it when people mess up and call me 'Kent' or 'Troy' or 'Trevor.' They say everyone's favorite word is their own name. I get that. I really like my own name, but I'm pretty fond of the name Brent too, just like my Mom and the little boy who it belonged too.
Thinking of you Brent. Not just today, but every time someone calls me by your name. We never met and you're gone, but not forgotten. Thank you for your service and your ultimate sacrifice. You were just twenty-one when you were KIA in Quang Ngai. You had your whole life ahead of you. You probably dreamed of returning home safely after bravely serving your country. I hope you're looking down from heaven and smiling. We're proud of you today, tomorrow, and forever.