So when I was a drill instructor, during 95 to 97, I was a young sergeant down MCRB sent me a gun. I get a phone call from my family back home in Guam saying that my grandmother was not doing well. That needed to come home. We got held up in Hawaii due to aircraft troubles. So we stayed there. That next morning I get a phone call from my brother and tell me that my grandmother passed. So I didn't have an opportunity to make it home to say goodbye to my grandmother. So fast war to the funeral. We have probably about four or five pews deep of generations from my grandmother. And it's raining. It's raining really really hard that day. It's not uncommon for Guam, but that day it was raining extremely hard. My elbow Joe is doing giving you a huge. He stops and he says you know it's only fitting. It's raining today. If it wasn't for the rain none of us would be. Then he flashes back to when the Japanese occupied Guam during World War II. So at this point my grandmother was young and she was pregnant with my aunt. She was the goddess and my grandmother was being lined up to be executed by the Japanese soldiers. For reasons we don't know. She was lined up to be executed. That day when she was lined up to be executed it was raining hard and the Japanese soldiers called off the execution. A week later the Marines liberated Guam. So I look back at that story and it reminds me of why I served. It gives me an opportunity to give back to a division that gave so much to me and to the people of Guam. So I may be sitting here today you know as as a Marine but to be sitting here as a division sawmaker. For the division that liberated my aunt I just swall with pride.