Jaxson Irons was only supposed to be in Pensacola for a year. I had done the same every year since he passed. It was a beautiful day in May and I was cutting class. I sat on Norfolk Beach needing to feel close to him on the anniversary of his death. Will and I were supposed to have each other’s backs, support each other and never let anything supersede our bond. My best friend, William Cruz, who attended the academy with me, had flown beside me, had lived the same life as I had and shared the same ambitions in life, was gone now. Both men, who I respect more above all, had served and protected the United States and her people honorably for decades. Both went on to become helicopter pilots. My father and his father were both graduates from The United States Naval Academy in Annapolis. I was born and bred to be the man I am today.
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