I'm sitting in the middle seat of a fully loaded 12 seater van, headed to the range in the middle of the desert, with a bunch Marines and local guards. I can't help but have flashbacks to those long days at Flatrocks Academy.
Still going out there to have fun and still going out there to train, only now I am one of the oldest in the van and get the chance to try and pass on a little knowledge to the next generation. It's amazing to see how life comes full circle. I had some amazing coaches and trainers in my life and I hope I can be half as good as them for these guys.