Cremated, his ashes in an ammo can, Rob Richards was laid to rest in Arlington.
His grandfather was a vet, his dad an Air Force pilot. Rob joined the Marines, became a scout sniper. Did three tours in Afghanistan. Blown up and badly injured on the second tour, he had to recuperate. He volunteered for the third one.
He was celebrated, once had breakfast with the Commandant, was nominated for a Bronze Star, praised for the way he and his team took the fight to the enemy.
When he died, his fellow Marines and his family gathered and celebrated his life and his accomplishments.
You didn't know his name until now, but you have heard of him, probably saw a video of 38 seconds of his life. Not enough time to take the measure of a man.
Semper Fi, Sgt. Richards.
H/T to Blackfive