A son, a brother, an ex-husband, a father of two, a decorated military officer, a war veteran doesn’t die on foreign soil for the oppressed and his country but does gain PTSD, a drug problem. One day in summer 1999 he’s being shot by a 19-year-old kid, and a couple of weeks later dies on American soil. I speak about these realities that we are faced with, and how my father’s legacy was almost tarnished, but worse than that, he was taken away from his family and friends all too soon. And two young men and one young woman’s lives are changed forever. One because a career criminal, the other gets a career in gun sense advocacy, and the last one because a nurse also helping to save lives! His memory lives on through us, his ex-wife, his grandchildren, and any lives that he touched on his short time here on earth. I strive every day to prevent this from happening to anyone, and I know he’s looking down at me and all of us, proud.