The "Ranger Mom" in question is Scoti Domeij, whose son Kris was a Ranger who was KIA during his 14th (!) deployment.
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On October 21st at 11: 30 pm, she received unexpected visitors.
“Who’s knocking on my door?” I spoke aloud. My surprise at the sudden banging on my front door near midnight gave way to annoyance. “Probably someone with car trouble. If I ignore the knocking they’ll go away.” The insistent pounding on my door continued for fifteen minutes. I finally walked down my stairs and opened the door. Two tall men in military uniforms stood on my front steps.
He had been killed by an improvised explosive device. There were funerals, ceremonies, and memorials. During these events, Scoti would remind herself, “Be strong. Hold yourself together. My son, a Ranger, would not want me to embarrass him.” Passing three rows of Rangers standing at attention, she told them, “You are all my sons now.”
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On October 21st at 11: 30 pm, she received unexpected visitors.
“Who’s knocking on my door?” I spoke aloud. My surprise at the sudden banging on my front door near midnight gave way to annoyance. “Probably someone with car trouble. If I ignore the knocking they’ll go away.” The insistent pounding on my door continued for fifteen minutes. I finally walked down my stairs and opened the door. Two tall men in military uniforms stood on my front steps.
He had been killed by an improvised explosive device. There were funerals, ceremonies, and memorials. During these events, Scoti would remind herself, “Be strong. Hold yourself together. My son, a Ranger, would not want me to embarrass him.” Passing three rows of Rangers standing at attention, she told them, “You are all my sons now.”
