It was just a terrible feeling.

They're known sometimes as a guardian angel to their fellow marines and to watch over and protect them.

When we drove up to the cemetery that night, it was just like he had been killed all over again.

That to me is comforting. That's where I find my comfort.

The headstone had just been placed the day before and when I saw the grave and part of it was empty, it was like they killed my son again.

And that was his dream and now one thing that makes me proud is that he did live his dream.