I had some real bad feelings. Every day since he's been there, I'd been praying for him because I felt like he was in danger.

Let me tell you something: My brother was so proud of being a Marine. He conquered his fears of heights and his fear of water because he didn't know how to swim. He was gung-ho.

Though he was getting older, he passed all his exams with flying colors. He was too old to actually be a pilot. So he did the next best thing and became a technician.

That felt really good — one of the best feelings I've ever had. If we could have gotten our offense going, that could have been a big momentum swinger.

I would describe my work as expressionist. The expressionist point of view is stressing your own feelings about something.

Think that day lost whose (low) descending sun Views from thy hand no noble action done. [Lat., Virtus sui gloria.]