A pleasure. Polite. Outgoing. Outspoken. Driven. Dedicated. Strong. Determined. Handsome. Helpful. Giving. Loving, and the list goes on…
He studied Kenpo Karate, graduating with a Black Belt while mentoring others.
He played the drums, guitar and even sang with writing a few of his own. He was in band through High School and did most of the drum sets his junior/senior years.
He played football for our local clubhouse, The Chiefs, from 6th-8th grades (mom missed 5th grade registration…) and played for his high school, The Valder’s Vikings, through his senior year. #51; now retired.
He and a good friend, Austin, ruffled feathers with insisting and petitioning the right to take each other to Senior Homecoming – they won and changed school policy even if for one time.
He was very dedicated to his Catholic faith and mentored in the Youth Group at his church as well as being Prayer Leader for his platoon.
He became interested in the United States Marine Corp in his early teenage years through visits from recruits during Karate classes. His interest was so strong he became dedicated to the idea early on of becoming a Marine and convinced me to enter him in the Delayed Entry Program (prior to age of 18). He graduated high school a semester early in order to ship out March 8, 2015, for boot camp.
He conquered The Crucible, earned his EGA and on 6.5.15 graduated PFC, USMC, being the top shooter of his platoon.
He marched in his Dress Blues on 6.7.15 for his high school graduation (something he had to petition for and ultimately won – his high school is cap/gown).
He became passionate about self-improvement/weight lifting (‘dem gainz) after his discharge and landed a position at his school’s weight room where he ended up receiving funding to order new equipment. I had received so many personal comments from people I both knew from his school district and strangers regarding how helpful he was to each individual with their weight room goals.
His weight room dedication brought him the opportunity to be the strength and conditioning coach for his high school football team the 2016 season.
He had many, many, many friends whom adored him greatly – even though he would disagree.
He had one girlfriend, Haley, since freshman year – 4 years. Of course, young, ups and downs, but 4 years!
He was a character and made crazy movies with his close friends at the time. They were called D.I.P. (Drop It Productions). You can find some of their videos on You Tube under the account The Austin Carron. The “Problem” song by Ariana Grande was the last video they made prior to my son’s issues developing during/after boot. He is the featured “singer” in the video.
He loved heavy metal music. I was honored to be able to see Iron Maiden for the first time with him in 2012. As well as take him to multiple Ozzfests and many other concerts.
He was attending one semester of tech school to gain the credits needed for UWGB, which he was enrolled to start January, 2017 (he didn’t plan on his military career coming to an end).
He worked from the age of 15 and up. Always had a job and always contributed to everything.
Funny. Honest. Athletic. Modest. Sensible. Compassionate. Kind-hearted. Sweet…
It was through boot camp I realized my son was changing. Not boot camp changing. More than that. The letters home were crossing the line of home sickness. I urged him to get help and the next letter would seem better; until the next after that. We both made it through this time. But the first time I seen him afterwards, things were physically and mentally off. His entire demeanor was beyond the Corp. A mother knows. He lost his faith after his discharge and had a rough time with his entire life plan coming to an end. The weight room job and college enrollment were positives, and things on the outside and to everyone around him were going great. Except to me. Something happened in boot. My heart aches and aches that this wonderful man, my beautiful child, suffered as he did and how fast his world came crashing down upon him. He had an ultimate plan and the day came that his plan became complete. I will forever cherish every single moment I had with him. My son.
Morgan J. Daly 10.15.96 ~ 12.1.16
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