Every year I watch the calendar, marking the days until January 24. I take this day to celebrate the life of a great man who had a huge impact on me.
After my first deployment I volunteered for the boxing smoker during all American week. By some strange stroke of luck my platoon was going to be running the event. The day came for my first fight. I was nervous, but had the home court advantage. I walked from the back room and my best friends were there to stand in my corner. When the bell rang and the fight began I got tunnel vision. I could only hear Keith's voice over the crowd, "keep your hands up mothafucka ". I ended up winning the fight and when I got out of the ring Keith was standing there to tell me I sucked, with a little grin on his face.
He was a tough dude, he expected us to be tough. He was always had our backs. 1st platoon was more of a family than just a platoon. I am thankful to have known him, and all my brothers from 1st platoon.