↳ Arizona Robbins: Most people think that I was named for the state, but it’s not true, I was named for a battle ship. The U.S.S. Arizona. My grandfather was serving on the Arizona when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and he saved nineteen men before he drowned. Pretty much everything my father did his whole life was about honoring that sacrifice. I was raised to be a good man in a storm. Raised to love my country. Love my family. Protect the things I love. When my father, Colonel Daniel Robinson of the United States Marine Corps, heard that I was a lesbian he said he only had one question. I was prepared for “How fast can you get the hell out of my house?” But instead, it was “Are you still who I raised you to be?” My father believes in country the way that you believe in God. And my father is not a man who bends, but he bent for me because I am his daughter. I’m a good man in a storm.
“For me, despair is not a goal, or a set of principles, or a lifestyle, or even an instinct… It’s what defines me as Junko Enoshima! It’s just my characterization! That’s why I’m able to pursue despair with such purity!”
This is my Grand dad, Colin ‘Ray’ Marsh, who slipped away in 2010 after his second fight with cancer.
He was a great man, who I thought was called Ray as that’s what everyone called him. I never knew it was a nickname. As a man who served 27 years in the Navy, a Marsh is normally nicknamed Swampy, as My dad, my brother and I were all nicknamed. I was 21 when I found out my grand dads name was actually Colin!!
So why Ray? It was all down to his great character. In a much harder navy in the 50’s, hardened men serving on ships in tough times, my grand dad was always happy, smiling and positive. Didn’t matter what was going on, how hard it got, he was always positive, calm and happy. So much so, he’s chief said to him 'you’re like a Ray of sunshine’. He got the name Ray from there and it stuck.
He fought cancer well first time, when it came back he just knew and accepted it. He even ended up with a huge spleen as it filled, which he nicknamed 'Phil the Spleen’ such was his humour. He was called the wanderer by the nurses as he would walk the hospital floors but always with a smile.
I never realised it but he is a huge reason for me learning how to approach life. Happy, positive, with a calm reserve (not always but I try). He inspired me without knowing it. He also lends his name to my youngest son whose name ends Blake Michael RAY MARSH.
I love you grandad, I owe you so much. I miss your bristles as a child as you tickled me with them, the play fights with my cousins and you on the sofa, getting my first golf clubs, just for being you. As was your funeral song, I say to you, thank you for loving me.