In that moment, I realized I was on my own—but not truly alone. My fellow Marines, my brothers and sisters in arms, became my real family, standing around me as medics assessed my injuries. Their support reminded me I would not be destroyed by Jacob’s cruelty.

Though I had lost something precious, a spark of hope inside me, a new fire ignited. I would rise stronger and fight for myself—and for others who had been silenced.

In the weeks that followed, my Marines rallied around me, offering comfort and strength. I turned my pain into purpose, speaking out against abuse and supporting those who had suffered in silence.

Eventually, I stood before my command again—not as a victim, but as a survivor, a warrior forged in fire. My white belt now symbolized rebirth, resilience, and determination.

I am Serena Waller. I am a Marine. I am a survivor. I will not be silenced.