Weston Loved his Army family. He joined between his junior and senior year of high school. He had been waiting for the day he could enlist ever since he could talk about it. He gave all he had to them for 10 years and loved every minute of it.
It wasn't until he passed away that I understood why they meant so much to him and that they were his family away from me. The Army went above and beyond from being at the hospital when I got there, through the service, and when we laid him to rest his captain was the last to leave the grave.
Weston lived and loved the Army and the honor they gave him those days were second to none.
