In February of 2005 my unit was leaving Iraq and sitting in Kuwait to go home from our second deployment. I called my parents and let them know we were on our way, my mom said that my brother was in Kuwait at the same camp awaiting to go into Iraq. I thought no way, and no way he's at our camp. So I begun my search for his unit and no luck after about three hours. I had to go through customs and lost time to keep looking. I remember goofing around in our hut waiting to leave an one of my marines came in and told me a Sgt was outside looking for me. I ran out the tent and there was my brother who I hadn't seen since boot camp in 2002. We had lost contact for the most part since boot camp bc I was stationed at Pendleton and he was on the east coast. We only had a few minutes to talk before I had to leave and I remember my Lt. didn't believe we were brothers and nor did his commanders. It was amazing to see him and share our memories of that day, attached is our picture of our incredible meeting in Kuwait.
Thanks,
Dave Willis