The wind blows the cold misty sea water into you’re face. You blink as a man’s silhouette becomes visible through the fog. The smell of diesel fuel and fish gut fills you’r nostrils. It stings but you keep walking down the dock. Each bored creeks as it is pressed down onto the aging frame. You wonder if you should of even come but before you know it you are behind the man. He turns. Smoke blows from his mouth as he pulls his cigar away. The smoke dances through his beard, as it dissipates. “What do you want?” He says in a deep rough voice. You’r voice cracks as you respond. “I…i’m here to help” “Me too” he says as he puffs his cigar. “Me too”
From the mouth of my squad leader,
“to be honest I have trouble jumping out of the plane a lot of times. I like to pretend its on fire.”
“It ain’t about how hard you’re hit…it’s about how much you can take and keep moving forward…” - Rocky Balboa
Where did you grow up?
US, New England
Where do you live now?
US, New England
What is the highest level of education you have attained?
What subjects did/do you enjoy the most at school?
Math, History, English, Cooking, Gym
What's your favorite sport or sports?
Hockey, Football, Nascar
What kinds of jobs have you held? Industries too!
Engineer, construction, Airborne Infantry, Chef, Dishwasher, Latrine Cleaner, Combat Engineer
What hobbies are you into?
writing, running, biking, swimming, fishing, boating, jet-skiing, walking dogs, driving, boxing, hockey, shooting, Being Badass
What causes are you concerned about today?
Wars, Hunger, Stupid people
Which religion (if any) do you follow?
Wicked Airborne, Wicked Shark, Intero Act.