Kevin "Mac" McEnneny is the youngest of three born in Cleveland, Ohio. He joined the United States Marine Corps reserves in 2006 at the age of eighteen and was honorably discharged in 2014. He attended three high schools: North Olmsted High School, Berea High School and graduated from Dublin Scioto High School. He was a four year varsity letterman for diving and won his conference his senior year. He was the second of his three siblings that joined the military. His brother Dan was a Cavalry Scout in the United States Army and Sister Jamie was a medical tech in the United States Army.
Kevin was a part of 3rd Battalion 25th Marines. He had one deployment to Marjah District, Helmand Province Afghanistan as the platoon radio operator. While deployed his platoon was attached to 2nd Battalion 6th Marines and 3rd Battalion 9th Marines. He received a Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal for his time in country and was put up for Combat Meritorious Promotion. He is currently in Cincinnati Ohio attending Cincinnati State studying Electrical Engineering with hopes to graduate with a Bachelors of Science in Electrical Engineering from the University of Cincinnati.
AN EXCERPT FROM KEVIN'S STORY
A LONE BASTARD
I joined the United State Marine Corps Reserves at the age of 17 and I was beyond excited, but also nervous as hell. You might be thinking “Yes, you should be nervous. You’re joining the biggest and baddest fighting force in the world during a time of war.” That didn’t faze me. I knew I was going to join the Marines from a very young age and, at the time, I thought I was mentally prepared for that. However, one thing I didn’t think about was the fact that I was gay. I joined in 2007 when don’t ask, don’t tell was alive and kicking. President Bush was still in office and it was a time in this country when myself and fellow homos did not see any changes to this policy coming anytime soon. I was out to a few friends in middle school and completely out in high school. Out of pure fear of slipping up and having to go back in the closest, I decided I would join the reserves. It would be easier for me to hide there.
My recruiter was not too happy on this fact. He kept telling me that he sees something in me and that I would do great things in the fleet. He kept asking me to go active and told me I wouldn’t regret it. I really wanted to go active, but my fear of getting kicked out added weight to this decision. As a senior in high school, I thought, “I can do one year in the fleet and possibly get kicked out or six years in the reserves and possibly do more good.” It was always awkward when he kept asking why I was so hell-bent on joining the reserves. Like some little weasel, I made something up.
Bootcamp came and passed. Outside of all the mind games the drill instructors liked to play, they made sure to drill something into our heads…
“Everyone in this squad bay will be deploying. It doesn’t matter if you’re active or reserves and at least three people in this room will not make it home.”