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Nov11
2014

We’ll Fight For You Too. 


By Jonathan Frazier

I remember going to my brother’s United States Marine Corps boot camp graduation in Parris Island, South Carolina, when I was just a kid. When we arrived, the drill instructors showed us around like proper tourists in a foreign land. They showed us the infamous ropes course and taught us fun practical jokes we could play on our newly minted Marines. I even got to see a video of my brother doing some of the training exercises. Before the graduation ceremony, we stopped by the gift shop and loaded up on swag: shirts, ‘proud parent’ stickers, and a sweatshirt because it was cold that day. We were a proud family. We still are.

My brother was in the Marines for nine years, and about the time he was getting out, I was marrying my now wife. Her cousin Andrew was one of her best friends, and shortly after we got married, he enlisted in the Army. Her family was so proud. They still are.

Andrew did a tour in Afghanistan, and upon returning home, he found life was exceptionally hard. Sometimes he would call my wife and talk to her about it, as they had always been honest with each other in their struggles. Then, one Saturday morning, my wife got the call she never expected: One of her best friends, her cousin, had died by suicide.
Soldier-Afghanistan
Andrew Freeman

Over the years, my brother and I have had ups and downs in our relationship, but for the most part, it’s been solid. He’s ten years older than I am and has always looked out for me, just as I’ve always looked up to him.

A couple months ago, my brother, his fiancé, and their kids came through town for a few days. While visiting, they stopped by the TWLOHA office for a little tour before heading out to grab some dinner. We went on with our night just like any other.

A couple days later, he called me. He broke down. My big brother was in tears. He talked to me about how hard it was to watch his friends struggle with depression, PTSD, and addiction. He told me how he hated his job because all he wanted to do was help people, and he felt he was forced to do the opposite at work. He told me how walking around the TWLOHA office had impacted him, and he asked if there was any way to get involved.

He was only a few months away from getting married, but he quit his job without any security. He believed people mattered more than money. He framed three TWLOHA posters and put them right by the front door in their new house.

Then, a month before his wedding, his best man died by suicide.

As a young child, I left my brother’s boot camp graduation certain of two things: My big brother lost a lot of weight while he was there, and I never wanted to join the military. I left scared for my brother and for my family.

I’ve struggled with that thought for a long time. Both my grandfathers served honorably. Some of the men I respect the most are products of the military. Why didn’t I fit the mold? As I’ve grown up, I’ve questioned these feelings many times, usually without any type of revelation.

While I may not be able to envision myself on the battlefield of war, I have come to terms with this:

We all need someone fighting for us, and while it may not always look the same, we are called to fight for one another.

I’ve watched and participated in the mourning and celebration of Andrew. I’ve watched and participated in the rehabilitation of my brother, too.

I’m incapable of expressing my gratitude for those who have served in our military, but just as they gave their vow of commitment to serve our country, I give them mine now:

I will fight for you.
I will go to war for your life in the only way I know how.
I will step into the darkness of souls and search for stories of hope.
I will walk with you through the heavy times and be the first to celebrate the light.

Last month, when my brother got married, they didn’t have the funds to hire a photographer. I may not be military ready, but I’m decent behind a camera. Life can be heavy and light, and we need people to walk through both with us.

Thank you, Chris, for being a big brother I can always look up to.
Thank you, Andrew, for being my wife’s best friend.

Thank you, veterans, for modeling sacrifice and dedication. We need you, and we’ll fight for you too.

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In an effort to help veterans process and heal, we partnered with USA Cares and their Warrior Treatment Today program, which financially assists veterans and their families so service members can receive treatment. A portion of the proceeds from our USA Cares Title shirt goes toward providing this vital support.

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Comments (5)

  1. Jade

    Jonathan, you have no idea how much this blog post means to me. I have quite a few friends in the military (6 in the Marines, 1 in the Navy). Their mental health is my primary concern and it’s something that we, as Americans, should all be focusing on.

    They’ve seen combat and witnessed atrocities that you and I can never imagine. They are the fighters, the heroes, and the defenders of freedom. It’s our turn to fight for them.

    Keep writing. Definitely sharing this post.

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  2. Maarja

    I just wish that the whole world would follow Jesus’ teachings of love. Then we wouldn’t have wars. Thank you for the tears you brought into my eyes, I really needed them. <3

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  3. Philip

    Getting help in the military has been one of the hardest things for me to do. No matter what you do it hurts your career and you feel stuck. You can’t get the help you want or need without getting screwed over in the end. I’ve been struggling really bad. I just want help.

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    1. Anonymous

      I feel the same way. I sought out help for my depression and am now mocked because I have my appointments. It is not our fault that we go through these issues, we can’t control it. And even when we get help, we are ridiculed, called weak and the problem still persists and then simple military tasks become a problem because seeking help makes you non-deployable. It’s like being stuck in a rock in a hard place.

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      1. Katie

        I know what you’re going through. I suffer from severe chronic depression. I am active duty Navy and I’m being med sepd for my depression. But that’s because they want me to get the help I need. The military as much as they try, they aren’t prepared for everything. Major suicidal tendencies is one of them. You may think you’re getting screwed over but you’re not. You’re getting the help you need. My DIVO said it best when he told me that this was just a stepping stone for me. The military was my career but I was so focused on not letting anyone else down that I didn’t take care of myself. Now is my time to do that. The military can be a hindrance to your rehabilitation but it can also help. As for mocking of your appointments, no one needs to know what your appointments are for but you. Not even the people in charge of you. Legally they cannot ask what it’s for or tell you you can’t go. Your business belongs to no one but yourself.
        Anon and Phillip, keep fighting. Keep getting better. You can do it.

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