United States, March 1, 2016.
Thank you.
Good afternoon everyone. I’ve realized throughout my life that time is the most
precious commodity you have, and I sincerely thank you all for your time today.
I will speak just long enough to give credit and recognition to the heroes in
my life and to those who deserve to know that they are the reason I am standing
here today. Those heroes are my family, my faith, and the brotherhood.
Family is the
reason I’m able to do this job, and it’s also the reason to live, and to return
home safely. Madison, my incredible wife; Hannah, my beautiful daughter: this
could not have been possible without your resiliency and love. Your strength in
my absence is something I’ve always admired and respected. From the bottom of
my heart, thank you. I would never forget how I returned home from long times
away. You’d be waiting to pick me up, sometimes in the middle of the night,
waiting to give me a hug and a kiss. Especially you, Hannah. I would not be the
man that I am if it were not for the two of you. You are my heroes. I love you.
Hand
in hand with my family is my faith. While it had a more quiet aspect in my
life, it has always played a significant role. I grew up Catholic and continue
to grow in my faith, thanks especially to my brother Trevor. He taught me to
turn my heart and soul towards Christ when I have strayed to lost my way.
Prayer has always provided calm amidst chaos for me.
On
my first deployment to Iraq some eleven years ago, I arrived in country and I
saw another SEAL standing there with a St. Michael the Archangel patch on his
shoulder. I’m not sure what drew me to it, but I walked up to him and asked him
if I could have it. He was leaving the combat zone and made it through a safe
deployment, so he was absolutely willing to give it to me. He handed it to me
without hesitation. I’ve worn that patch on my kit on every single mission I’ve
ever been a part of, and I prayed the St. Michael prayer while moving in the
toughest missions I faced. And it does start by saying, “St. Michael the
Archangel, defend us in battle and be our protection.
On
that day in December 2012—the day you’ve heard recounted several times about my
team, and the way we carried out the mission to rescue an American hostage—on
that day just like every day, I prayed. I prayed on my way to the target, and
again, I prayed over my friend Nicholas Checque, for his soul, as he gave his
life to save another American. Nick Checque was a warrior, brother, and a
friend. I know I’ve said this repeatedly since this has started, but this award
in inseparable from his death. Nick embodied the brotherhood. Nick Checque
embodied what it meant to be a Navy SEAL: he was hard as nails, resilient; a
“never quit, never fail” mentality. Nick, along with the rest of our team,
carried out some of the most difficult and dangerous missions our country could
have asked us to do. Nicholas paid the ultimate sacrifice doing what he loved.
On the battlefield, because this is what you brothers do, they will lay down
their life for you, if they have to.
We
are again reminded this morning of the continued sacrifices the men and women
of our nation make. The hotel which many of us are staying overlooks Washington
D.C., the Pentagon, and Arlington National Cemetery. As the sun came up over
the city, an unfamiliar, almost alarming sound reverberated through the air and
a layer of thick, light-gray smoke, covered our nation’s capitol like a
security blanket. The cannons fired and shook, probably some of you, to the
core because you were hearing the sound of sacrifice. I, along with many of my
teammates, have been to many funerals at Arlington—probably more than we should
at our age in our life. We have seen too many good men buried. So many may ask,
“what is it that keeps you going? How are you standing here after such loss?”
The answer is, undoubtedly, without question, the brotherhood.
I
saved the brotherhood for last. I want to emphasize that I am no different from
any one of my teammates. I am certain that any on of them would have taken the
same exact actions I did that day. I’ve seen countless heroic acts in my time
working with the nations most elite operators. I feel sense of responsibility
with the recognition that has been bestowed upon me. My brothers who are still
fighting, who are still in the shadows, deserve to share the spotlight. We are
a community of quiet professionals and those men would not expect or seek
recognition for their actions. I probably wear this trident to try to represent
the brotherhood. And now I’ve been welcomed into another group of exceptional
military heroes.
I
look at the names in the Hall of Heroes, and to the brave men right in front of
me here, and realize a tremendous amount of bravery that flows through our
American veins. Freedom is in large part paid by blood, sweat, and tears. I’ve
never imagined my life would lead me here. I’m truly humbled to represent the
Navy and the Navy Special Warfare community. My only desire is that my
representation is something my brothers who I served with would be proud of,
because the deed is all, not the glory.
May
God bless you, and may St. Michael the Archangel protect our warriors in
battle. Long live the brotherhood. Thank you.
