08/30/2026
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PERSPECTIVE.
I’ve sat here all week and watched the barrage of holier-than-thou service members attack Lance Corporal Jordan Houston after he received the Bronze Star with Valor this week.
Picking apart his uniform. His ribbons. His badges. Zooming in looking for anything they can find wrong with him.
If you’re one of those people:
F**K YOU.
Some of the loudest critics are the same people constantly preaching about veteran su***de, mental health, brotherhood, and taking care of our own.
You don’t get to preach about taking care of our own while publicly tearing one of them apart.
I know what it feels like to be that young Marine. I’ve had people inside our own community criticize every move, every mistake, and everything they thought was wrong with me. Very few ever stopped to ask if I was okay.
Years later, some of those same people wanted to shake my hand and pretend they gave a s**t all along.
I remember.
That’s why I’m not looking at what’s wrong with Houston’s uniform. I’m looking at the Marine wearing it.
Half of you criticizing him can’t handle a negative comment on social media without getting triggered. You damn sure couldn’t handle half the world dissecting your life while carrying whatever weight this young man is carrying.
Get off your high horse. Reach a hand out instead of kicking him while he’s down. Ask the Marine if he’s okay.
To me, Houston is a brother and a hero. I’m proud to wear the same uniform as him. If he needs help climbing this mountain, I’ll stand next to him the entire way.
Most of you tearing him apart don’t rate to hold his jockstrap.
I hope he turns every ounce of this criticism into fuel and keeps climbing.
When he reaches the top, some of you will reach out to shake his hand, take the picture, and pretend you helped him get there.
I hope he gives you the middle finger.
Taking care of our own isn’t something you post about.
It’s what you do when one of your own needs you.
Be the example.