In Loving Memory of Padrino Jose G. Lucero: A Legacy of Courage and Love

In the intricate tapestry of human existence, one thread stands out with remarkable resilience and tenderness—my beloved Padrino, Jose G. Lucero. An Army Sergeant during World War II, a survivor of the Bataan Death March, and a symbol of unwavering courage and love, his life story transcends mere history—it embodies the very essence of resilience and compassion.

I still remember the warmth of his embrace, the strength in his voice, and the wisdom in his eyes. Despite the scars of war etched upon his soul, my Padrino embraced life with unparalleled intensity, offering guidance and love to all who crossed his path. His presence was a beacon of hope in a world often covered in darkness. Our secret handshake, accompanied by a folded fifty-dollar bill and his playful admonition, “Don’t spend it all in one place,” remains etched in my memory as a testament to his boundless affection and generosity.

Through countless conversations, my Padrino shared with me the harrowing details of his wartime experiences, imparting not only tales of bravery but also a deep sense of duty and honor. His stories were more than mere recollections of the past; they were lessons in courage, sacrifice, and the profound bonds of brotherhood forged in the intense experience of war. They kept each other alive, maintaining a bond that I now understand through the camaraderie I share with my fellow battle buddies. No matter how much time has passed, we always pick up right where we left off.

Beyond his wartime heroics, it was my Padrino’s boundless love and unwavering support that truly defined him. From the moment I entered this world, he and my Madrina, Stella, embraced me as their own, showering me with love and guidance. They weren’t just godparents in title, but guardian angels who watched over me with immeasurable love. His words of encouragement, “Soldiers always march forward,” continue to resonate with me, serving as a source of strength and determination in the face of adversity.

His teachings on the honor behind serving were a guiding light, shaping my perspective on what it means to be part of something larger than myself. The lessons he imparted were not just about the past; they were a blueprint for living a life of purpose, integrity, and dedication. My decision to serve was a tribute to his legacy, a way to honor his sacrifice and continue the tradition of service that he held in such high regard.

Though my Padrino passed when I was twenty-two years old, his spirit remains ever-present, a testament to the enduring power of love and the unbeatable strength of the human spirit. His words—”Wipe the blood from your eyes, little girl”—serve as a reminder that no challenge is insurmountable.

Happy Birthday, Padrino. Always forward.