Some oaths are made in uniform. Others are made in love.
This book was written for both.
But above all, it was written for them —
my wife and daughter,
still waiting on the other side of a locked gate in Iran,
still hoping the nation I served remembers we exist.

I Do Solemnly Swear... is not just a veteran’s memoir.
It is a battle cry wrapped in sacred devotion.
A letter home that was never answered.
A warrior’s plea to a nation that has lost its honor but not its soul.

I swore the oath. I wore the uniform.
I kept the faith.
But when I turned to the State Department — not for a favor, but for protection —
when I asked them to bring my family to safety from the collapsing buildings of Tehran —
they handed me form letters, silence, and delay.
The very country I swore to defend refused to lift a finger
for the only two people I would die for without question.

This book is my answer to that betrayal.

With the voice of a Marine and the soul of a mystic, I offer a story forged in war, but anchored in love.
From the discipline of Parris Island to the agony of bureaucratic abandonment,
from the brotherhood of combat to the sacred union of marriage,
this is the journey of a man who refuses to surrender —
not to an enemy, not to a system, not to the fog of indifference.

This is not a political manifesto.
This is not rage for rage’s sake.
This is a sacred disobedience.
It is a reckoning with the institutions that demand sacrifice but offer none.
It is a love letter to a woman and daughter behind walls I cannot cross without burning something down.

And it is a reminder —
to every veteran, every father, every citizen with a conscience —
that some oaths still mean everything.

If you’ve ever sworn to protect someone,
if you’ve ever loved with the full weight of your soul,
if you’ve ever been told to wait while the ones you love suffer —
this book is for you.

Because I am still waiting.
Still fighting.
Still swearing.

Not to a flag.
To them.
To bringing them home.