(Stacey Wescott, Chicago Tribune / May 9, 2011)
Marine Sgt. John Peck weeps as the National Anthem is sung during a ceremony honoring him at the VFW hall in Antioch. Peck returned home for the first time after losing both his arms and legs while serving in Afghanistan last year. "There's always someone worse off," he said. "I just look forward. I can't wait for the next day to see what will happen and what (recovery steps) I can blow out of the water next." Sgt Peck said as he thought about the way he would overcome the challenges that lay ahead. You might remember at the time Cpl Peck that OMV did a post on here. During that last post he was being honored as another warrior ran a marathon in a gas mask as a tribute to warriors like Sgt Peck.
On May 9th Sgt Peck was welcomed home as any hero should be, especially for a hero with two purple hearts. Sgt Peck is another example of a true warrior that tells pain, you want to hurt me today? Try harder. He tells his frustration when it tries to get the best of him because he lost a majority of his limbs to “back off” as he over comes the challenges.
Where else can you find men that volunteer for their country to go to war, go to the shittiest of places, live in the crap, hunt down & kill badguys, get wounded and come home with an attitude of …. "I just look forward. I can't wait for the next day to see what will happen and what (recovery steps) I can blow out of the water next." I swear the first person that rolls their eyes and tells me “so, they volunteered for the Marines” will be picking their eyes off the deck.
"It's the brotherhood, the camaraderie, the respect," Peck said of his reasons for returning to combat.
This is exactly what I’m talking about America. The fire in this kids gut has more intensity than 100 pukes sitting around not doing anything with their life expecting a handout from the government. The Marine brotherhood is with him forever, he has earned it the day he graduated from bootcamp. He will never be alone and when he has healed enough to return home his words are that of concerns for others, his brothers in the fight. What a freaking stud!
Time for a Cgar!