Lance Corporal Daniel R. Olsen

Daniel R. OlsenDaniel Robert Olsen was born on March 15, 1987, in Eden Prairie. He was the son of Wayne and Gwen Olsen, and the brother of Shelcy and Shaina.

He grew up in the typical way, playing with Legos, building forts and teasing his sisters. He was particularly good with computers and memorizing anything with numbers. In fact, he impressed his Marine Corps superiors by memorizing the serial numbers of everyone's weapons within his unit, seemingly with just a brief examination. He sampled activities such as swimming, skiing, skating, soccer, karate, golfing, scouts and band. He liked to be a part of things and helped others whenever asked but he always avoided the limelight.

He had a few life-long friends whose activities changed as they grew. A favorite was simply staying up all night, playing video games and eating pizza. Perhaps, revealed by some tight-lipped smirks, there was a tendency for some mischief, too.

During high school, Daniel was part of the drum-line, worked at Camp Snoopy in the Mall of America, and volunteered in the children’s program at church. It was also around this time that he began to consider the military.

In March of 2005, Daniel graduated from high school, turned 18, and enlisted in the U.S. Marines. In September of that year he left for boot camp and graduated in December. He spent two months in infantry training and was attached to a company at the Twentynine Palms Marine base in California where he continued training until deployment. The challenge and brotherhood of the Marines suited him well.

On Jan. 29, 2007, he left for his first tour of Iraq. Daniel was killed by a sniper while protecting a critical position at the police station in Saqliwiyah, on April 2, 2007.

Daniel’s commanders described him as “a silent professional; reserved, modest and efficient.” They said that “during his short time in Iraq, he was at the forefront of every mission he was assigned, and had already demonstrated proven courage under fire. His amazing, near-photographic memory was a regular asset to his squad.”

His quiet smile, his well-placed sarcastic commentary and the genuine idealism with which he looked at his life, family and friends is missed by all.

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