This year was the 10-year anniversary of the day I was blown up by a bomb planted by terrorists in Afghanistan. So, as year 10 flips to 11, I wanted to share some reflections...
When the loss of both of my legs cut my Army service short, my dad gave me advice that I’ll never forget. He told me that I couldn’t let my kids see me sitting on my butt, and I couldn’t let the best service I give to our nation be behind me.
Today I fight on a different kind of battlefield: a war fought with words and ideas instead of bombs and firearms. I feel a sense of duty to our nation to ensure that the values I fought to defend in the Army are defended just as steadfastly here at home.
I know you are being bombarded with emails today, so this is the last request for financial support that I will make in this entire year:
Will you join me one last time in 2020 to defend our beautiful, amazing nation?