When we drove up to the cemetery that night, it was just like he had been killed all over again.

One of his friends was going home that night and he saw something on the side of the road.

They're known sometimes as a guardian angel to their fellow marines and to watch over and protect them.

It was just a terrible feeling.

That to me is comforting. That's where I find my comfort.

The headstone had just been placed the day before and when I saw the grave and part of it was empty, it was like they killed my son again.