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Call 988 nowA military mental health and suicide prevention nonprofit helping service members, veterans, and their families find strength through personal connection, education, and unwavering commitment to filling the gaps in military support — whatever it takes.
“This is my son. Watching him struggle with mental health during his service is what drove us to start this organization.”
But as we stepped into his corner, we pulled back the curtain and found a massive nationwide crisis: an entire generation of active duty heroes and young veterans trapped in deep isolation, fearing the professional or personal consequences of asking for help, and often not even knowing where to turn or what they need to heal.
We learned that grief and fear can sometimes coexist with the same passion. While they may look in different directions — one remembering what has been lost, and the other fighting for what is still here — both forces drive us with intense urgency to save others. We use both the grief for those lost and the fear for those struggling to fuel immediate, life-saving action.
Because no two service members face the identical battle, they must be treated uniquely. When a hero is drowning, navigating a complicated system is impossible. We built one single place where they can simply say “I NEED HELP” and have someone walk with them through whatever that looks like. Across six distinct programs, we go far beyond standard clinical and holistic care to deliver whatever it takes.
Veterans and active duty service members 18–34 face the sharpest risk of suicide, so that's where we focus first. Every veteran deserves the same shot at care, alongside the families, caregivers, and friends who form their frontline support — every era of service gets the same confidential, individualized path to the right care.
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Confidential clinical support, emergency financial relief, free suicide-prevention training, and real community — whatever it takes to get someone from crisis to okay.
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Monthly donors keep us out fundraising and in the field. Volunteers show up for deliveries, luncheons, expos, and large events — but mostly, they raise their hand to help make a change in their community.
Join the fight →Training, lunches, and community events — every one is open to the people we serve and the people who love them.
LivingWorks ASIST, fully funded by LTS, Inc. for professionals working directly with military and veterans. Two days of hands-on, life-saving intervention skills.
About ASIST →Our monthly lunch in the NTI Veterans’ Lounge — good food, guest speakers, resources, and people who show up for you.
About the lunch →Downtown Mooresville · Starts 1:00 PM · Arrive by 12:30 PM
March with us to honor and bring awareness to those lost to military suicide. We need volunteers to carry our memorial signs along the parade route.
Volunteer: call Amanda at 704‑449‑9563 →New dates are on the way — check back soon.
6th Annual Recap · May 16, 2026 · Downtown Mooresville, NC
All proceeds benefited organizations supporting military mental health and the fight against suicide. The route honors local heroes with memorial signs — 53 of them are shown below, with more added as we gather them. Hover or tap a marker to remember them.
3/6 Lima Co.
MY SON, MY HERO
Jacob enjoyed hunting, fishing, and the great outdoors. You would always catch him on down time reading a book or on his kindle. He loved spending time with his family and friends. He was a kind, giving and extremely intelligent person who always was looking for ways to better himself and those around him. May we always remember him for his dedication, service and honor to this country, his men, his family and the Corps.
Jacob was born in Alexandria, Louisiana on 12/3/86, the third son of Brenda and Chris Gray. He was a twin and the “baby” of the family. Since the age of 10 all Jacob talked about was joining the Marines. He actually graduated 1 year early (taking summer courses) from Cloverleaf High School, Lodi, OH in June 2004. He had enlisted early in Marines on a delayed entry program. Leaving for MCRD Parris Island, SC on November 15, 2004; graduating February 11, 2005, he participated in Permissive Recruiter Assistance Program prior to attending SOI School. He graduated May 2005 from the School of Infantry. Jacob was assigned to 3rd Battalion, 6th Marine Regiment, Lima Company in June 2005. He was stationed at Camp Lejeune, NC his whole career. He was found dead in the barracks on June 4, 2015.
His deployments include: Operation Iraqi Freedom: 8/25/05-3/20/06, 1/19/07-8/9/07, 4/5/08-10/25/08 (he re-enlisted while in Iraq). Operation Enduring Freedom Afghanistan: 1/9/10-8/17/10. While in Marjah he stepped on an IED. My son REFUSED first aid and DEMANDED his men check for secondary IEDs in the school building the Taliban used as a HQ. Many more were found. Only after the building was secure & his men safe did my son allow medical treatment to be performed on him. By the grace of God he only suffered knee damage and was back on duty within 36 hours. Later after deployment was done he required additional knee surgery. Took him 2 1/2 years to continue to fight and rehab but was able to regain FULL Active duty status.
Jacob’s Awards include:
• Combat Action Ribbon with Gold Star
• Global War on Terrorism Service Medal
• Afghanistan Campaign Medal with 1 bronze star
• Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal with 3 bronze stars
• Presidential Unit Citation-Navy
• Iraq Campaign Medal with 4 bronze stars
• Individual Certificate of Commendation
• Sea Service Deployment Ribbon
• National Defense Service Medal
• NATO Medal-ISAF Afghanistan
• Navy Unit Commendation with 4 bronze stars
• Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal with Gold “V” for Valor
Final resting place: Hazard Cemetery, West Salem, OHIO
God gave me an angel on April 9th, 1997, his name was Wyatt Dalton Hatcher. Born in Valley City, ND. Wyatt was an angel from birth, I never had any problems at all with him. He lit up rooms no matter where he was. He helped everyone who ever crossed his path. He graduated from high school with high grades and awards for auto and welding. He was just naturally smart.
He decided to go to UTI (Universal Technical Institute) in California after graduating from high school. He went for a full year. He graduated with high honors. He then decided to further his education and went into the NASCAR program in North Carolina at UTI. He received high honors there also. After he graduated, he went and applied and got his dream job at Penske Racing, something he had dreamed about. He loved it! He was our hometown hero. Every time he came home, there were always interviews. He was on top of the world.
That was not enough for Wyatt, he then decided to join the USMC. He was devoted. He went to Parris Island, SC for boot camp. He graduated and they called him NASCAR because he could run circles around everyone. After boot camp, he went to Camp Lejeune for infantry training, specializing in mine and bomb detection. He was almost superhuman, he could do anything he set his mind to. He loved both jobs.
Wyatt loved God, his family, his pets and his friends. He touched so many lives, back home in ND, NC where he had resided and in so many other states.
Wyatt had just been home; he left on a Monday from ND to drive to NC, to get to work. Thursday I received the news that my baby boy was gone from this earth. That is the day that my whole world and heart shattered into a million pieces. My beautiful boy had taken his own life 11-11-2021, at the tender age of 24. I didn't know my boy was struggling. We talked every day, but I think he was so busy taking care of everyone he forgot about himself.
If you are struggling or you’re having any thoughts, please reach out and ask for help. Don’t struggle alone. It takes a lot of courage and strength to do that. I wish my son would’ve done that, he would be here with me today.
Forever loved and missed, Corporal Wyatt Hatcher F24.
James died by suicide on 3/30/2022 at 26 years old. From the day he was born, he was a radiant presence who made the world a brighter place. James was gifted with intelligence, humor, and kindness. Growing up there wasn’t a sport he wouldn’t try, but he especially enjoyed playing soccer, ice hockey, basketball and lacrosse. He excelled academically and attended college at the University of Virginia where he received an Army ROTC scholarship. James majored in Biochemistry at UVA and branched Medical Services. Korea was his first duty station and while in Korea he applied to Army Aviation with a focus on MEDEVAC operations. After graduation from flight school, he was stationed at Hunter Army Airfield as an Army MEDEVAC pilot.
He accomplished a lot in his short life but was most proud of becoming an Army helicopter pilot. He loved flying. James was successful at everything he pursued and seemed to be living his best life, but he hid a profound sadness that he masked with his quick wit, caring leadership skills and deep love for his family and friends. He was deeply loved and made a profound impact on so many lives. His loss is immeasurable. Thank you to Let’s Talk Strength Inc. for always honoring and remembering our son’s life and service.
Jack Lamont Farewell III was born on September 30, 1996, in Batavia, NY. Our family relocated to Florida when he was a year old and eventually settled in Statesville, NC, when he was two. Jack attended American Renaissance School (ARS) for K–8 and graduated from South Iredell High School.
While at ARS, Jack’s 4th-grade class read Number the Stars. This book sparked a deep passion that led him to become a WWII enthusiast and memorabilia collector, as well as inspiring his interest in the military.
Initially, Jack wanted to follow in his uncle’s footsteps by joining the U.S. Navy, but later set his sights on the Army. While at South Iredell High School, he participated in JROTC, which he loved, ultimately deciding to join the United States Marine Corps.
Jack enlisted when he turned 18. Following high school graduation, he began his military career at Parris Island and was later stationed at Camp Lejeune with the 1st Battalion, 2nd Marine Regiment (1stBN, 2D MARDIV) as an 0311 Infantry Rifleman.
During his service in the USMC, Jack earned the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, along with several honors:
• Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal
• National Defense Service Medal
• Global War on Terrorism Service Medal
• Sea Service Deployment Ribbon
• Navy Arctic Service Ribbon
• Expert Rifle Qualification Badge
His deployments took him around the world, including Israel, the Black Sea, Romania, and Norway. Jack truly loved serving his country and was deeply proud to be a Marine.
After his discharge, Jack relocated to Nashville, TN, where he met his girlfriend, made countless friends, and became a devoted father.
Jack had a heart of gold and simply wanted everyone around him to be happy. He was a natural jokester who loved making people laugh. Taking photos with Jack and his brother was always a challenge because one or both would constantly make faces or look away. Above all, he was an amazing father to his son, and you could see the love beaming from his eyes whenever he looked at him.
Sadly, Jack was battling silent inner demons that we were unaware of, and we lost him on March 3, 2023.
Please remember his name and say his name: Jack Lamont Farewell III.
My son Alexander (Alex) Carter was born in Charlotte, North Carolina in 1992. He was a 9 lb blue-eyed boy and was welcomed by his older brother Paul Carter, Jr. He was easy to love, always eager to please and quick witted from a very young age. He was a serious and quiet natured young man.
He wanted the challenge of joining the Marine Corps and he did just that! He was a Crew Chief on C-130 aircraft. He earned the rank of Sergeant during his five years of service. He came home and completed his Bachelor’s degree in exercise science and kinesiology. He was a strong man who consistently worked with lifting weights. With a Bible verse tattoo on his arm, he had a heart for God.
From the time Alex came home from the service he had anxiety and a restlessness that was unsettling. He was diagnosed with major depression from the VA. He called the VA suicide line several days before he took his life. The signs were all there, we knew he was struggling yet we still could not save him. I am thankful for all of our yesterdays and sad there will be no tomorrows.
Our service men and women deserve more!! There needs to be a strong support system and help more readily available to them when they come home.
Amanda with Let’s Talk Strength called me a month or so after Alex’s death and with tears in her eyes and a quiver in her voice she told me about what her program does to honor veterans who have died by suicide. She provided the understanding, love and support that I desperately needed. She works tirelessly to help our veterans.
When Bill entered a room, EVERYONE knew it. His voice boomed, his boots clacked and his jokes were always off color. Those who knew him well (and had a thick skin), loved every bit of what made him Bill. He was known to drop everything to help those in need. The world is a much quieter and less fun place without our buddy Bill.
Nickolas Jaeson Maner was born in Thomasville, NC on May 5th, 1991. He was the youngest of our 3 boys and my true mini-me.
I can remember when Nickolas was a little fellow he would always talk about going into the military. We always thought it was just talk until his senior year in High School. He came home one day to let us know he had signed up for the Army and 2 weeks after he graduated high school he was off.
Nickolas did his training at Ft. Benning in GA. I still remember when he graduated. I was so proud of Nickolas. He did what he always said he would do. Then off to Ft. Polk he went. He was a proud member of the 10th Mountain Division.
Then 1/24/11 Nickolas deployed to Afghanistan. My heart broke when he called me to tell me he was leaving. I made him promise he would come home, he finally promised. While he kept his promise not all of Nick came home 9 months later.
Nickolas struggled when he got out of the Army. He couldn’t find his way or what he wanted to do. He finally went to Ella, NV to stay with some battle buddies. We thought he was doing good! He had a job working for the state, bought a car and was fixing to move into his own place.
I saw Nickolas 2 months to the day before he took his life. And I saw nothing wrong! But on 10/29/17 I received a phone call that Nick had been found and my heart shattered into a million pieces. He survived for a day and passed away on 10/30/17. In the end Nickolas was still a hero as he was an organ donor.
I appreciate everything Amanda and Let’s Talk Strength does for our families. She will never know how much it means!!
Cody Lee Liberty was born on his due date of October 5, 1980. He was right on time. At the age of 8, Cody informed us that he was going to be a U.S. Marine when he grew up. He loved wearing camouflage clothing and playing “Marines” with his best friend. Early on he was dependable, funny, happy-go-lucky and took matters into his own hands. Cody never suffered fools. Cody played baseball (catcher) as a child, and played 4 years of football (center) in high school. At 16, Cody got a job with the Kansas City Royals Baseball Organization, as a “runner,” which included all types of job duties and experiences. His second career choice was to be a professional baseball player.
At 17, Cody joined the Marine Corps Delayed Entry Program. Upon high school graduation in June, 1999, he enlisted in the Marines and went off to bootcamp at MCRD San Diego. His MOS was Intelligence. Cody loved the movie Full Metal Jacket and reported that his bootcamp experience was not nearly as brutal as that portrayed in the movie.
Cody was known to fellow Marines as “Libo.” Following bootcamp his assignments included Ft. Belvoir, Virginia, Camp Hansen, Okinawa, Japan, and Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. He deployed as a Geographical Intelligence Specialist with the 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit for 9 months to the Middle East in Operation Iraqi Freedom. His last assignment was MARCENT at U.S. Central Command, MacDill AFB, Tampa, Florida.
On a visit home to Kansas City, Missouri, Cody was honored to represent Military Appreciation Night at a Kansas City Royals baseball game, and got to throw out the first ceremonial pitch. This delighted him beyond measure.
Cody was known for his up-beat personality, positive outlook on life, and a motto of “don’t worry about it.” He left behind many friends, each of whom described Cody as their “best friend.” At last count, 5 babies born since Cody’s death have either Cody, Lee, or Liberty in their names.
Cody chose to leave us on January 27, 2007. He was the one who others confided in with their problems. Cody is remembered for his smile and bear hugs.
Matt, as most everyone called him, or his Marine brothers who would call him Kenna. He was an active little one that talked all the time. It was a happy childhood filled with great family times on the farm, many vacations to Schlitterbahn and Frio River, hanging with the best of friends, and he did very well in school and loved running cross country.
After high school graduation Matt went to Lee College with no idea what he really wanted to do, so he made a decision that took us by surprise and wanted to join the service, specifically USMC, and wanted to be a mortarman. We didn't want him to go but supported his decision. On the day we were to hand him over and he was to take his oath, he wanted to back out (due to his current girlfriend not with us and him feeling like he should stay because of her). We told him that she would stay or go but he had come too far to turn around now. (Every day I wish I had taken him and we all walked back to the car.)
He survived boot camp, graduated and was sent to Camp Lejeune, NC. As hard as it was in training, Matt turned into a leader and made lifetime friends. He served on the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit aboard USS Carter Hall.
Matt returned home to Texas. He was different but still Matt in all the best ways. He was no longer as social as he had been before going into the service, and we noticed how he made excuses not to participate in extended family get-togethers. He sought help once and never went back. He decided to go to college and get a degree in Instrumentation/Analyzer. He achieved his Bachelor of Science degree on December 12, 2019 and died by suicide on January 19, 2020.
He loved his family, friends, dog Poppy, hiking, travel and astrophotography.
Logan was the most dedicated, driven man you could ever meet. His dream of becoming a Marine took root early in his life, leading him to attend a military academy in high school, where his hard work and perseverance earned him the title of the highest-ranking officer in the school’s history. He was awarded Iron Cadet three years in a row, an honor that symbolized his physical and mental strength. Logan graduated with honors as the valedictorian at Willamette Leadership Academy. Logan was also a part of the Oregon Youth Military Teen panel representing all military youth for the state of Oregon. In bringing support, encouragement and hope to the youth with military parents. Throughout middle school and high school Logan had joined the DeMolay. In hopes of moving forward in his family’s footsteps as a Mason.
But beyond his many achievements, Logan had a heart as big as his ambitions. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, always there to lift up those around him. Logan made it his mission to ensure that anyone struggling knew they weren’t alone, constantly encouraging and supporting others to reach their potential. He was not just a leader but a compassionate friend and confidant.
In the Marines, Logan continued to push himself to new heights. He became a squad leader, scribe leader, and guide-on bearer, roles that reflected his commitment and leadership. His determination to excel was undeniable—he joined the 1,000-pound club, surpassing that weight and becoming the youngest HITT (High Intensity Tactical Training) instructor on the West Coast. His heart was drawn to causes that mattered deeply to him, especially the Shepherds Men organization, where he dedicated himself to preventing military suicides.
Logan’s excellence didn’t go unnoticed. He was honored twice with invitations to join MARSOC (Marine Forces Special Operations Command), a testament to his abilities and potential. After serving a tour in Bahrain, he was preparing for the next chapter of his life, with a bright future ahead of him.
Yet, on April 1, 2024, Logan was tragically taken from us. Our hearts are shattered, and words can never fully capture the depth of our loss. Logan was caring, handsome, and full of life, the kind of person who could light up any room. His presence will be missed beyond measure.
We carry Logan with us always, in our hearts, until the day we hold him again.
With love,
Mom, Natasha, Savannah, Colton, and Selah
States he called home: Oregon and California
Resting place: Oregon
#22TooMany #OurHeroes are #NeverForgotten
Codey was the youngest of my four children and the twin brother of Kiersten. From the very beginning, he had a personality all his own—a little bit of a rebel without a cause, fiercely independent, strong-willed, full of life, and never afraid to do things his own way.
He loved the outdoors. Hunting, fishing, four-wheelers, boats, motorcycles, horses, and team roping were all part of the life he loved. He enjoyed being outside, getting his hands dirty, and living life on his own terms.
Codey was also the kind of person who would stop to help someone stranded on the side of the road. He knew what it felt like to be down and out, and because of that, he had compassion for people who were struggling. Beneath that tough exterior was a heart that cared deeply about others.
Codey proudly served four years in the United States Army and was a member of the 82nd Airborne Division. His military service took him to South Korea and Afghanistan. He wore the uniform with pride, and being a Soldier became a permanent part of who he was.
He also had an incredible love for German Shepherds. Coal, Loki, and Karma were a huge part of his life. Coal was cadaver certified, and Codey trained his dogs using German commands. His dogs brought out a softer side of him that people did not always get to see.
But of all the titles Codey ever carried, one of the greatest was Dad.
He and his son Buddy were inseparable. Codey loved being a father, and he was incredibly proud of his little boy. Buddy adored his daddy.
Four months after Codey passed away, his second son, Hudson, was born. Codey never had the opportunity to hold Hudson in his arms, but Hudson will grow up knowing exactly who his daddy was. Both of his boys will know how deeply their father loved them and how proud he was to be a dad.
Codey’s life was not without struggle.
He battled alcohol and substance use, but that is not where his story ended. Codey was fighting to change his life. He had stopped drinking, and he took great pride in that accomplishment. He was attending Alcoholics Anonymous and working toward a better future.
That mattered to him.
He was proud of himself.
He was trying.
Codey was also struggling with his mental health, and he did something we constantly tell people to do—he asked for help.
He went to the VA seeking help. From our family’s understanding, he was placed back on medications he had previously taken in 2015 rather than receiving an immediate appointment to fully reevaluate what he was experiencing and determine whether a different treatment plan was needed.
That part of Codey’s story matters to me because he did reach out.
He was trying to get sober.
He was attending meetings.
He sought professional help.
He was taking steps to change his life.
He was fighting battles that many people around him could not see.
On November 1, 2022, Codey lost his battle to suicide.
He was only 29 years old.
But I refuse to allow the way my son died to become the most important thing people remember about him.
I do not want the way Codey died to be his legacy.
I want his legacy to be the way he lived.
I want people to remember his laugh.
His stubbornness.
His love for the outdoors.
His dogs.
His love for his children.
His willingness to stop and help someone who needed it.
His service to his country.
His determination to overcome the struggles in his life.
I want people to remember the father he was, the son he was, the twin brother he was, the friend he was, and the Soldier he was.
Yes, Codey struggled.
But those struggles were only chapters in his life. They were never the entirety of his story.
Codey was so much more than the worst moment of his life.
He lived.
He loved.
He served.
He helped people.
He became a father.
He fought to overcome his struggles.
He asked for help.
And he mattered.
He mattered to his family.
He mattered to his friends.
He mattered to the people whose lives he touched.
And he still matters today.
As his mother, there are certain things I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
I signed his birth certificate.
I signed his death certificate.
I picked out his first outfit.
I picked out his last outfit.
I was never supposed to bury my child.
There is no way to explain what it feels like for a mother to bury her son. There is no way to describe the empty chair, the birthdays that keep coming, the holidays that are never quite the same, or the moments when you would give anything just to hear his voice one more time.
But my grief will never erase my gratitude for the 29 years I was blessed to call him my son.
Suicide may have ended Codey’s life, but suicide will never define the life he lived.
When people hear the name Sgt. Codey W. Donahue, I don’t want the first thing they think about to be how he died.
I want them to remember the man.
The boy I raised.
The father who loved his children.
The Soldier who served his country.
The outdoorsman who loved adventure.
The man who loved his dogs.
The person who would stop to help somebody else because he understood what it was like to struggle.
And the man who, even while fighting battles of his own, was trying to find his way forward.
Codey’s story reminds us that when someone reaches out for help, we have to listen.
We have to take them seriously.
We have to recognize that asking for help can take tremendous courage, especially for someone who has spent much of their life being taught to be strong.
There are Veterans, service members, and families living this story every day.
We cannot bring back the ones we have lost, but we can speak their names.
We can tell the whole story of who they were.
We can remember their lives instead of reducing them to the way they died.
And we can remind those who are still fighting that there is no shame in asking for help.
Codey will always be my son.
He will always be Kiersten’s twin brother.
He will always be Buddy and Hudson’s daddy.
He will always be a friend to those who loved him.
And he will always be Sgt. Codey W. Donahue, United States Army, 82nd Airborne.
As long as I have breath, I will carry his name.
I will tell his story.
And I will make sure his legacy is not about the day we lost him.
His legacy will be about the 29 years he lived.
No Soldier Left Behind.
Codey Forever 29.
Khang Le was so much more than a Marine. He was a beloved son, brother, friend, and someone whose presence could make even the hardest days a little brighter. At just 19 years old, Le had so much life ahead of him, so many places he wanted to see, memories he wanted to make, and dreams he hoped to chase.
To his fellow Marines at VMM-365, Le was someone they could always count on for a laugh. They remember him as incredibly intelligent, effortlessly hilarious, and someone who made a lasting impression in the short time they shared together.
But above everything else, Le loved his family. As the baby of the family, he shared a special bond with his siblings and cared deeply for the people closest to him. Though he was the youngest, he had a big heart and even bigger dreams. He wanted a life full of adventure, new experiences, and opportunities to take care of those he loved.
Le’s passing left an emptiness that words will never quite capture. Nineteen years was nowhere near enough time, but the love he gave, the laughter he shared, and the memories he created will remain with his family, friends, and fellow Marines forever.
Jordan is my son. He was a combat engineer Specialist in the Army – active duty when we lost him. He joined the Army two months after turning 17. He always knew that he wanted to be a soldier. He did a tour in Poland. While there he went through Ghost school and hooked up with Special Forces. He did several ops with SF at locations in Eastern Europe. He was an amazing son, soldier, and friend.
West Virginia was hit with a 100-year flood in 2016. He spent the weeks of his 13th birthday handing out supplies to the community and helping feed them. He refused leave until I finally had to go home to return to work. Giving back to his community and helping any way he could was his greatest pleasure. He was an amazing person with such a big heart. To the world my son, SPC Jordan Neal, may just be another soldier who lost his battle at home, but to me and his little brother he was and is our hero. We are so proud of the man he became and love him most. I pray by sharing his story we may be able to help another soldier decide to stay and reach out for support.
West Virginia was home. He loved being outdoors doing anything. He was always helping anyone who needed it. He was my best friend; we were very close and talked every day. He is deeply loved by myself, his brother, and many other friends and family. Jordan was active duty when we lost him.
Shared by his mother, Samantha.
DeAndre Miguel Woodland Guevara, a 21-year-old United States Marine from Twin Falls, passed away Monday, January 16, 2023, while stationed in Yuma, Arizona.
DeAndre was born on May 15, 2001, in El Paso, Texas, to Jessica Guevara and Timothy Woodland. DeAndre was the oldest of three children. He graduated from Twin Falls High School in 2019, and joined the United States Marine Corps in October 2020.
DeAndre traveled a lot during his first years of life while his mother served in the United States Army. After the military, DeAndre and his mother settled in Twin Falls, Idaho. He loved to travel and was a great traveling buddy, even at his young age. He never fussed and never cried. The only thing he wanted was to stay in a hotel with a swimming pool.
DeAndre played several sports throughout his life including basketball, baseball, and wrestling. But his favorite sport was football. He not only enjoyed playing while he attended high school but also assisted Coach Jason Cornwell with the Robert Stuart Middle School football team after high school. DeAndre also played with the semi-pro football team, The Magic Valley Bulldawgs, and was awarded Rookie of the Year 2020. DeAndre also loved music. He joined band when he was in middle school and chose the trumpet as his instrument of choice. He played the trumpet throughout high school and was also a member of the pep band. He loved his teacher, Mrs. Taylor. His love for music and football was very apparent on the field. He would warm up for his football game and then rush over to the side of the football field to play the National Anthem with his fellow band members. When DeAndre wasn’t playing sports, he enjoyed fishing with his grandpa, learning to play the ukulele, playing the guitar – by ear, and figuring out any instrument that you handed him. He also loved to hang out with his friends and cared about all of them. When he would come home for vacation, he would make sure to contact them to spend some time with them.
DeAndre left for boot camp in October 2020, and graduated in February 2021. He was then stationed in Yuma, Arizona. Though he was not a fan of his duty station, he loved the unit he was assigned to, Headquarters and Headquarters Squadron, Guardians. He was assigned to the Marksmanship Training Unit, where he assisted in training other marines on pistols and rifles.
On December 24, 2022, DeAndre asked the love of his life, Jozlyn Clymens, for her hand in marriage, which she accepted.
DeAndre is survived by his mother, Jessica Guevara (Lee Gregoire); his sister, JaLeesa and brother, Edrik of Twin Falls; his grandparents, Eduardo (Tata) and Aleyda (Honey) Guevara of Burley; his aunt, Erica (Mario) Tapia; his cousins, Anayee, Rogelio, and Daniella de la Rosa.
Resting Place: Paul Cemetery in Paul, Idaho
#22TooMany #OurHeroes are #NeverForgotten
Jamie was born in Oceanside, CA May 26, 1992 and passed on April 3, 2021. He attended Advanced Individual Training (AIT) to be a Field Artillery Cannoneer at Fort Sill, Oklahoma in 2016. My son served as a Cannon Crew Member and Gunner from 2016-2018 in 1st Battalion, 7th Field Artillery Regiment at Fort Riley, KS. He deployed for eight months in 2017 with his unit to Poland. Jamie was reassigned to 2nd Battalion 77th Field Artillery Regiment at Fort Carson, CO in November 2018, where he served as an Ammunition Team Chief for 6th Section, 2nd Platoon, Alpha Battery. Jamie supported the battery's multiple rotations to the National Training Center and Joint Readiness Training Center in 2019. In 2020 Jamie played an integral part in the battery's COVID-19 Response, and he set the example for leaders across the formation by implementing the Army’s People First initiatives – “STEEL.”
His awards include the Army Commendation Medal, the Army Achievement Medal with Two Oak Leaf Clusters, the Army Good Conduct Medal, the National Defense Service Ribbon, the Army Service Ribbon, and the Overseas Service Ribbon. In addition to AIT, Jamie is a graduate of the Basic Leader Course, bus driver course and small arms maintainer (U6) course.
Jamie’s passions were cooking, fishing, and people. He stayed back for the holidays so he could cook a big feast for the soldiers that had no family or place to go for the holidays. Jamie was there to help his soldiers – those that had mental issues such as suicidal thoughts. He would drive them around and support them even as late as 3am to try to share and give them reasons why their lives mattered. Sometimes he was successful and sometimes he was not. He was heartbroken and defeated when one of these soldiers took their life. Jamie was also left to pick up after the ones that succeeded.
Jamie took a culinary class in high school. His dream was to have his very own restaurant. He loved to fish, hike, and loved the Colorado Rockies. Jamie loved his family and was such an amazing son. He was extremely caring and respectful of others. He got into wood turning and sent me his very first mini goblet. I also received 2 big goblets the day before he passed.
When he passed away, I went to Ft. Carson for his unit service. There were many soldiers who flew in and told me how Jamie was the last person they would have thought would have taken his life. They told me how kind and caring my son was, and how if it wasn’t for him, they would not be here today.
Places he called home: San Marcos, CA and CO.
Resting place is with his mother at home in Arizona.
LCpl Ethan Matthew Locascio, who lost his life to military suicide at the age of 19, on 05-Sept-2024. Active duty, Security Force Guard, duty station 8th & I, Washington D.C. He lived every moment of his life for others, demanding perfection of himself, checking on his brothers in arms constantly, putting everyone he came into contact with above himself.
Ethan was born and raised in Mississippi. Ethan loved the outdoors hunting and fishing. He graduated high school with honors, and was friend to everyone.
Becoming a United States Marine meant everything to Ethan, being the absolute BEST, serving his country proudly & the honor & respect he had for the Marine Corps & this country meant everything to him.
In the less than one year he was active duty he scored the highest in the state of MS on his ASVAB, received the Good Conduct Medal & shot Expert Rifle Qualification.
Ethan would never tell a soul he was struggling. He was too proud. He refused to acknowledge anything that would deem him as appearing “weak”, and more than everything he felt acknowledging his internal battle or reaching out for help was the highest form of dishonor to the Marine Corps.
Morgan was a son, brother, grandson, friend, athlete, coach, and United States Marine.
He was funny, compassionate, determined, and someone who genuinely wanted to help others.
From a young age, Morgan dreamed of becoming a Marine. His time in Kenpo Karate helped shape the discipline and determination that eventually led him there. He earned his Junior Black Belt, mentored younger students, and joined the Marine Corps Delayed Entry Program while still in high school.
Morgan played football for the Manitowoc Chiefs and all four years for the Valders Vikings. He loved gaming, music, making parody videos with his friends, and especially fitness. He loved lifting and encouraging others to chase their own goals.
On June 5, 2015, Morgan earned the title of United States Marine after completing recruit training at MCRD San Diego. He served as his platoon’s prayer leader and earned the Expert Rifle Qualification Badge as the top shooter in his platoon. He was incredibly proud to be a Marine. Prior to high school graduation, Morgan had petitioned for permission to wear his Marine Corps Dress Blues at commencement instead of the traditional cap and gown. When he returned home as a newly minted Marine, he proudly marched across the stage in his Dress Blues.
Following his military service, Morgan faced struggles we had never seen in him before, carrying battles connected to his experiences in the Marine Corps that weren’t always visible to those around him. Despite those challenges, he continued building his future, returning to his alma mater as the Strength and Conditioning Coach for the Valders football team and enrolling at Northeast Wisconsin Technical College to pursue a career in personal fitness.
On December 1, 2016, our family lost Morgan to suicide. He was twenty years old. His death does not define him. Morgan was so much more than the way his life ended. He was a son who was loved deeply, a Marine who was proud of the title he earned, a friend who made people laugh, a coach who encouraged others, and a young man who wanted to make a difference. Morgan’s life was far too short, but he left behind a lifetime of memories and people who will always carry his name, his love, and the person he was. Morgan mattered. Morgan was loved. And he still is.
Proud United States Marine.
Sgt. Eriq Joel “Shank” Sapp Aquino, 22, was stationed at Marine Corps Air Station Yuma, Arizona.
He was born on August 8, 2001, in Los Angeles, California. Eriq spent his early childhood at Edwards Air Force Base while his father served in the United States Marine Corps and was deployed to Iraq. From the age of four, he was drawn to military life—wearing mismatched camo daily and filling every birthday and Christmas list with military themed gifts.
He loved climbing trees, playing outdoors, and fully immersing himself in all things military, all while remaining a kind hearted and well behaved kid.
I remember when he was in elementary school, he was suspended for drawing a tank blowing up a building. His teacher called me in, concerned. I explained that, in our home, scenes like that were normal—his father was deployed, and the military surrounded our life. But the school feared it resembled an attack on a school and couldn’t take it lightly. They suspended him. I told him, “Son, take a vacation and enjoy yourself.”
After my husband completed his contract with the Marine Corps, we moved to Lancaster, California, where Eriq attended middle school. His passion for the military only deepened. He joined the Young Marines in the Antelope Valley where I also volunteered. It was like a miniature Marine Corps. They even shaved their heads and spent weekends in boot camp-style training. Their final event was a hike and drill mission at Devil’s Punchbowl Recreation Area.
I still remember when my husband and I were at the movies, and a neighbor texted us, saying someone was on our roof. We messaged our eldest son, only to find out it was Eriq dressed in camo, with a toy gun, playing sniper on the rooftop.
Eriq was the middle child, two years younger than his older brother. But for nine years, he was our youngest, the love of my life.
When our oldest son joined the Air Force right after high school, we relocated to the Oregon Coast and made it our home. Eriq attended Taft High School in Lincoln City, where he wrestled and played football. He graduated with pride, ready to follow his dream.
From the time he was a little boy, Eriq knew he wanted to be a Marine. That dream became a reality when he enlisted right after graduation—celebrating his 18th birthday in boot camp.
Eriq wanted to be a grunt. I knew it was his calling, but because he was underage, I had to choose his MOS and I chose the safer path. Though it wasn’t his first choice, he embraced his role with pride and honor. He volunteered for deployments and served multiple tours in Asia and the Middle East.
Eriq dreamed of being stationed in San Diego, but because he excelled at his job, his unit wouldn’t let him go. He rose through the ranks quickly, earning the respect and admiration of his fellow Marines. Promoted to Sergeant at just 22, he was a leader, a mentor, and a friend to many.
His call sign, “Shank,” was earned when he disarmed a civilian holding a shank attempting to assault a female Marine. He restrained the attacker until law enforcement arrived. That moment, like many others, spoke to his courage, loyalty, and selflessness—stories his brothers and sisters in arms continue to share in his honor.
Despite his demanding schedule, Eriq always made time for his family. He was a “Mama’s boy” through and through, calling often no matter how far away he was, and never missing a chance to say “I love you.”
Eriq had an adventurous spirit and a love for the outdoors. He’d leap off the tallest cliffs and plunge into Oregon’s icy winter waters without hesitation. He thrived in nature—his second home—and loved his family with the same fierce devotion.
On a December morning in 2023, two Marines knocked on our front door. In that moment, our lives were changed forever.
So once again, I’ll say it out loud:
Freedom is not really free.
Our family knows this truth firsthand.
On August 10th, 2025 our world got a little dimmer when we lost our beloved family member Keagan Rashad Garrett, 24, unexpectedly in Redmond, Oregon. He was born on October 10, 2000, in the town of Fairbanks, Alaska but grew up in Redmond when the family moved back to the states in 2002.
A proud graduate of Redmond High School’s Class of 2018, Keagan completed his studies a year early and immediately answered the call to serve his country. He enlisted in the United States Navy in 2018 and served honorably for over four years before retiring from active duty in 2022. His time in the Navy reflected his strong sense of duty and commitment to something greater than himself.
After completing his military service, Keagan settled back in Oregon with his young family where he himself said he wanted to raise his little family and share where his love was and show them his views. There, it was where he and his wife of 5 yrs purchased their first home—a milestone that brought him great pride. Never one to rest on his accomplishments, Keagan began working for the State of Oregon while simultaneously pursuing higher education. He even had recently earned his bachelor’s degree and had his sights on working to achieve his Master’s.
Keagan was a devoted husband and father whose world revolved around his family where he was private & protective of them. He was very much known for his kindness, humor, and unwavering love for those he deeply cared about and held close. He is survived by his wife and their cherished children Ayden, Adalynn, and Matthew. His Mother Philamena White of Redmond and Father Jeff Bray of Michigan who deeply mourn the loss of their beloved son. Keagan’s sister Kendra and niece Aalia of Redmond with whom he held a special place in his heart and were able to share many joyful moments with him, even so that his niece looked up to him like a father figure & made many wonderful memories together. He also leaves behind his grandmother Marjorie Prieto of Redmond with whom he brought flowers to just because and leaves behind many, aunts, uncles, cousins and extended family from as far as Michigan, Ohio, California, Idaho to S Carolina & Alabama.
He is preceded in death by his baby girl Janelle Braylen, grandparents, aunts, cousins, and many loved ones who left this world too soon.
We find comfort in knowing Keagan found joy in life’s simple pleasures—fishing on quiet mornings, hitting the golf course when he could even though he would be the first to admit he wasn’t that good at it, and especially loved spending quality time with those he loved most. His infectious smile and laugh lit up every room he entered. Known for helping others without hesitation, Keagan brought laughter through his quirky jokes or spontaneous dance moves that never failed to lift everyone’s spirits. He lived a life marked by dedication, service, and deep love for his family and his lifelong buddies with whom he continued to stay in touch with well after high school, Erik Reenalda & Devon Beal.
Though gone far too soon, Keagan Rashad Garrett leaves behind a legacy of love, laughter, service, and perseverance. May his memory bring comfort to all who knew him.
PO1 GM1 (EXW/SW) Matthew John Austin was born on May 22, 1993 in Johnston County, NC to Michael & Angela Austin. He has a younger brother, Zack Austin & an 11-year-old son, Landon Austin. He loved sports, fishing, hunting & NC State. Matthew played football, baseball & basketball. He was also in the Boy Scouts. His middle school football team went undefeated.
Matthew was always a high achiever in anything he done. He got accepted into the Duke TIP program at an early age during his elementary years. He had the chance to skip high school & go into early college, however I felt he would miss out on so much by skipping high school. I encouraged him not to do early college. As a senior he had Landon; he was Matthew’s entire world. His father & I encouraged him to either go to college (he was accepted in every college from coast to coast) or to join the military to support his family. He chose the USN as his career. We were extremely proud of him.
He reported to basic at Great Lakes, Chicago, IL on Dec 5, 2013. In March 2014 he was assigned to the USS PORTER (DDG-78), forward deployed to Rota, Spain, as an undesignated seaman working in the deck department. Upon receiving GM, Matthew oversaw all of the ship’s small arms as the armory work center supervisor. He was responsible for over 80,000 rounds of ammo & pyrotechnics. He conducted several ballistic missile defense missions supporting European Command & Israel. He was the primary MK-32 surface vessel torpedo tube mount captain & became a line coach, where he qualified over 200 sailors in weapons manipulation & firing effectiveness. While aboard the USS PORTER, Matthew received his first & second Navy & Marine Corps Achievement Medals, qualified as an Enlisted Surface Warfare Specialist & received multiple qualifications. He was also in charge of the maintenance of the torpedo launching system. He manned an M240 & a 50 caliber machine gun.
On September 28 the USS PORTER departed from Vlore, Albania, while on patrol conducting naval operations in the US 6th Fleet in support of US national security interests in Europe. On April 7, 2017 in the Mediterranean Sea, Syria carried out a strike; in response the USS PORTER was involved in the attack & fired Tomahawk missiles. The USS Ross assisted the USS PORTER in the attack. Syria’s aircraft & infrastructure were hit, including the runway & gas fuel pumps. The airfield was severely damaged, reducing Syria’s capability to deliver chemical weapons as planned.
On August 15, 2017 Matthew reported to Special Boat Team 20 (SBT-20) as a naval special warfare armorer technician. He received his duty armorer, ordnance quality assurance safety observer & his Expeditionary Warfare Specialist qualifications within his first 6 months. He was also the work center supervisor for the weapons department & provided ordnance demolition driver training (Demo) & certified personnel as NSW DEMO drivers.
He demonstrated his exceptional craft for weapons by developing a repair method for the 50 caliber machine guns. Prior to his innovation, these weapons were designated as “beyond repair” & were slated to be returned to Naval Surface Warfare Center Crane for repair. Matthew took initiative by identifying the problem, creating a process to repair the weapons by utilizing parts from older 50 caliber machine guns. He provided NSWC with a detailed presentation & instructions on how to implement his solution. NSWC Crane confirmed his assessment & found his solution to be of significant value. They disseminated his presentation to every armory. The USN stated there is no way to calculate the savings Matthew attributed for the initiative & determination used to identify & correct the weapons. His actions saved on repair turnaround time, minimized lost training time & ensured this weapon system has more time-on-target availability. He was directly responsible for correcting 38 out of 500 known discrepancies, which could have been a substantial amount. The estimate of savings just to ship the machine guns back was $43,150 & roughly 6 months of repair time, preventing training.
While stationed at SBT-20 he received his first Navy & Marine Corps Commendation Medal & was posthumously advanced to First Class Petty Officer in June 2019. He received several awards & ribbons including the Navy “E” Ribbon, Good Conduct Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal, Sea Service Deployment Ribbon, Navy & Marine Corps Overseas Service Ribbon, North Atlantic Treaty Organization Medal, Rifle Marksman Ribbon & the Pistol Marksman Ribbon (Expert) & many more.
Matthew was active aboard SBT-20 when he gained his angel wings on June 30, 2019, where he was well liked & dedicated to honor his country & the naval service by the work he performed throughout his naval career. His distinct personality & expertise made an immediate impact on those who met him. He quickly gained friendships of peers & subordinates alike & had a reputation as one of the finest petty officers in the command. He had a smile that always lit up any room & a huge caring heart. He always showed kindness & respect to all. He loved his job & son very much. He had 2 tattoos, 1 of the GM symbol & the other was his son’s name, Landon. He is missed & loved by so many!
David was my only son and the youngest of 3, he was my best friend, we did everything together.
He would do anything for the people he loved, he was funny, very intelligent and often taught me things. His favorite saying was “mind your business.” His military brothers all loved him.
He was the father of 4 and would have loved his grandchild to the moon and back. He loved woodworking, motorcycles and playing video games.
Thank you for honoring my son.
Jonathan was born in Colorado, but moved to the Northern Virginia, DC metro area at the age of two. From a young age, Jonathan had an unmistakable passion for sports. Whether it was basketball, soccer, or baseball, he loved the thrill of competition and the camaraderie that came with being part of a team. Baseball quickly became a favorite, and he could often be found on the field or in the backyard, practicing and playing whenever he had the chance. Outside of sports, Jonathan loved working on cars and figuring out how things worked. He enjoyed the satisfaction of getting his hands dirty and bringing something mechanical back to life. He also loved spending time outdoors, camping under the stars, fishing by the water, and exploring nature whenever he could. As a kid, he had a mischievous streak and a playful curiosity, sometimes hunting down creepy crawlers just to torment his sister. That sense of humor and lighthearted troublemaking was part of what made him so memorable to everyone who knew him.
Jonathan graduated from Hayfield Secondary School in Alexandria, Virginia. During those years, he built friendships that would last a lifetime and continued to grow into the energetic, determined, and loyal person so many people admired. His sense of adventure and desire to challenge himself led him to join the United States Army shortly after graduating. It was a decision that reflected both his courage and his deep sense of duty.
Jonathan proudly served with the 25th Infantry Division at Schofield Barracks in Hawaii. During his time there, he embraced every opportunity to grow as a soldier and pushed himself to excel. He completed Jungle and Waterborne training, each of which required intense discipline, physical endurance, and mental toughness. His commitment and performance earned him both the Army Achievement Medal and the Army Commendation Medal, recognition of the dedication he brought to everything he did.
While stationed at Schofield Barracks, Jonathan was selected to be part of the Recon group, a role that reflected the trust his leaders placed in his abilities and character. As part of this team, he participated in the first annual Best Squad Competition at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, where he earned his Expert Infantryman Badge (EIB), a distinction that represents exceptional infantry skills and perseverance. His performance and professionalism did not go unnoticed. Jonathan was later invited to Washington, DC, where he had the honor of meeting the Sergeant Major of the Army (SMA) and several members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. It was a proud moment that reflected the respect he had earned among his peers and leaders.
Jonathan’s dedication to service and his exemplary conduct eventually led to a special assignment with The Old Guard at Fort Myer, Virginia. Being chosen for such a role was a testament not only to his professionalism and discipline but also to the pride he carried in wearing the uniform.
Beyond his accomplishments, what people remember most about Jonathan was the person he was. He had an infectious smile and a natural sense of humor that could brighten even the toughest day. He had a way of making people feel welcome and valued, often lifting others up with a joke, a story, or simply by listening. Friends and family remember him as someone who genuinely cared, someone who would drop everything to help a friend, share a laugh, or make sure the people around him were okay.
His warmth, kindness, and generosity of spirit made him a cherished son, brother, friend, and soldier.
Though Jonathan often appeared joyful and strong on the outside, he was quietly facing struggles that most people never saw. Like so many who carry heavy burdens in silence, he kept much of that pain hidden behind his smile.
Tragically, Jonathan took his life on September 16, 2024, leaving an immeasurable void in the hearts of everyone who loved him.
While his loss is deeply felt, Jonathan’s story does not end there. His memory lives on through the countless lives he touched, the friends who still hear his laughter in their memories, the family who carry his love with them every day, and the fellow soldiers who served beside him and remember his dedication and loyalty. Jonathan will always be remembered for the joy he brought into the world, his adventurous spirit, his humor, and the unwavering love he showed to those around him.
His life continues to inspire those who knew him to hold one another a little closer, to listen more deeply, and to remember that even the brightest smiles can hide silent battles.
Heather Marie was the eldest of three daughters, raised in a home where strength, resilience, and love were woven into everyday life. As the oldest, she naturally stepped into being the dependable one—fiercely independent, strong-willed, and always someone her family could count on.
Driven by a desire to make a difference and a spirit that knew no bounds, Heather joined the U.S. Army right after 9/11. She stepped up with a heart full of courage, determined that she was going to “save the world.” That same bravery and commitment defined everything she did throughout her life.
Above all, Heather was a devoted mother to her two children, who were the center of her universe. Everything she built and worked toward was rooted in her deep love for them.
To know Heather was to know a warmth that stayed with you. Her smile genuinely lit up every room she entered, and her laugh was as sincere as it was contagious. She carried herself with a powerful spirit that touched everyone around her.
Though her absence leaves an irreplaceable void, the beauty of her life, the strength of her service, and the warmth of her laughter will remain with us forever. She will always be remembered, dearly loved, and deeply missed.
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