Bad Friday on Route Jackson
Eight years ago I found myself participating in one of the fiercest battles ever fought inside the “Triangle of Death.” What started off as a normal squad patrol with 15 Marines ended with hundreds of Marines battling their way through a town. For years I have been thinking about my actions on that day and what could have been done different. This is why I suggest everyone who carries a weapon for a living should bust their ass and train hard. You never know where you may end up and whose lives may be on the line. Below is my account from that day.