![]() We had Weimy, our sniper, he grew up in the middle of the Mojave desert, most excitement he had as a kid was bowling frozen turkeys down the aisle at the grocery store. Tecumseh said although a single twig may break, a bundle of twigs is strong. There’s a brotherhood between us and we depended on each other more than a family. What we knew about each other’s traits and our bond as operators. Your father was my boss and I was his chief. He kept the liberator aloft just long enough for everyone to jump, and then he went down with the plane. ![]() Your father’s grandfather gave up his life flying a B24 in World War II. There’s threats everywhere in a world that’s draped in camouflage. ![]() Look harder, your father would say, I always knew he wasn’t just talking about those boxy abstract paintings. He loved artists who painted people with bodies that looked like boxes. Your father was a reader, Churchill of course, but also Faulkner and books about Tecumseh. It’s what guides you home and trust me, you’re always trying to get home. Before my father died, he said the worst thing about growing old was that other men stop seeing you as dangerous…I’ve always remember that how being dangerous was sacred, a badge of honor.
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