Very sorry to hear about Jason. From the memories of the times I knew him on the U.S.S. Helena (725), he always carried a positive attitude and was in a great mood no matter how rough of a day it was. He helped me check out of the command (and the navy) back in 2012. Speaking of which tomorrow is 7/25 day, will have a drink for him!

-Victor Chen

I have spent the last two weeks writing and rewriting my story about my brother Jason. We are brothers in every sense of the word. The adventures we went on growing up together are endless, many of which should not be recounted ( for fear of jail sentencing, which also occurred).  My fondest story that can be recounted is when we climbed to the top of Mesilla Valley Mall just for the fun of it and were arrested by the mall cops. Or when we drag raced our mother's car ( an '84 LTD with a Mustang 5.0 stick engine and we were in Junior High) which Jason easily won of course, or when we threw rocks packed in snowballs at cars and were chased around the Conlee Elementary school grounds, cops slipping and sliding trying to catch a couple of juvenile delinquents. Backyard Baseball with rocks and sticks, David throws a potential strike but hits Jason top of the head for an ER call.  

Jason was better at just about everything than me, He was better at sports, ran a 5:15 1600m in track and made the NM Select soccer team for regionals. He was an amazing singer who would easily have won any competion he entered (And often did).  He was a great communicator (especially with the ladies). As far as I know he only made friends never enemies. 

Yet despite him being better and could easily have cast me aside, my brother instead raised me up, by supporting me, guiding me, being a role model for me. He invited and encouraged me to be apart of his world. He had my back when times were tough, When we were young I had no friends, not really, he made sure I was part of the adventure. He made sure I was a part of the pack. In Boy Scouts, Troup 68, pushing me to be better, playing Nintendo at his friends house, including me in his activities, making sure I was accepted. He introduced me to Phi Kappa Tau {Wild Fucking Turkeys} at NMSU.  

Jason was the epitome of the person who encouraged, supported, and lifted up those around him.  He chose service, to his country, to his family, and to anyone called friend, which was anyone who met him.