For the last few weeks I was privileged to ride some of sirs path and to say it was an eye opening experience would be a gross understatement. Let me start at the beginning.
Last April I and ranger girl left on a journey to the mountains you see twice a year sir would mount warhorse take wolf and go to see people that have come to rely on him. this is a story of P.T. S.D. in is worst form. Deep in the rocky mountains live survivors in life veterans of war so damaged that they no longer feel as though they can be around the people they defended. they left family and home to keep them safe from them. and the two things I learned is that except through the grace of god and the love of sir I could be like them. the bi**h is back kicking ass and taking names.