Running With the Wolves -BTTT Virtual 100 #21

“First to the Battle, first to the feast, destiny waiting, no retreat!” -Swedish Pagans

On my drive home from Knock on Woodstock 100 Jason texted me and said that he had just heard someone at church was planning something special for mothers on Mothers Day, so I should probably plan on another race though it was 2 weeks away. If that sounds … jaded.. let me explain. Being the mother of 8 children used to fill my heart with joy every mothers day. My heart full of love for my calling in life and each of my precious crazy little kiddos. Even through some difficult challenges life threw at us with some of my kids, I still celebrated that I was a mother. But, life changes with loss. Mothers day brings more pain than joy nowdays.

Mothers day, 2 ½ months after Dexter died, I was put in charge of running the Mothers Day brunch at church. I truly can’t wrap my head around what the heck people were thinking at the time… Well intentioned people, being absolutely clueless. I wish I’d had the presence of mind to explain that it was cruel and insane to expect a mother in my position at the time, to be put in that situation. I was still in a state of shock, so I didn’t say no…and I think those around me really didn’t know what to do with a mother of a suicide victim….so, everyone let life go on as normal while I was stuck in some kind of living horrendous night terror where my son is dead and the world doesn’t care. I’ll never. forget. that mothers day. Sitting around a beautifully decorated table with shrimp and fruit and fresh flowers and chocolates, women smiling and laughing and chatting, and in my brain is nothing but wailing and screaming and images of my poor son, lying in a pool of blood. It was unspeakable agony. I swore I would never spend mothers day with anyone but my family ever again. In the nights leading up to this run, I relived all of that, and I guess I got out most of my noted 'ultra crying' before hitting the trail. Losing a son to suicide, estranged from some of my older children and their babies, and Dexter's baby girl, having some children struggling with their faith, Mom dying in January...this was to say the least, not going to be the happiest mothers day coming up...not to mention mom guilt of running more than doting on the children that I am close to. I definitely needed to get out into the mountains...to just get re centered and feel the assurance from God that He knows I'm doing my best. So, anyway, having a race as my husband mercifully suggested, I knew would save me the guilt of skipping church and anything happy and cheerful and blissfully ignorant of pain on Sunday, so as soon as I got home I started looking for May races. Really nothing available, a few out west that I couldn’t afford to travel to, everything in the east was sold out except for 1 Vermont race where there are usually no finishers… I've had enough trouble making cutoffs, I wanted something I could at least have the remote possibility of finishing on time! Ultimately I ended up signing up for a virtual 100. BTTT100 which I dubbed "Running with the Wolves" cuz it sounds way more awesome and meaningful and it’s the title of a song a friend led me to that just really fit my feelings. BTTT is a running org that raises money for mental health awareness, so I was also happy to support them while choosing my own course. Though I'm a grieving mom, I have many living children to care about & knew I needed to be available for them on Mothers Day so I decided to start my run Fri at 12:00am. The day after KOW 100 I came down with a really nasty head and chest cold. It made my heart rate really high so I was 2-3 min slower per mile in the running 2 weeks between races, and was coughing and sneezing and just generally worried about doing another 100 while not 100% healthy. I was really praying to get better in time. I asked Jason for a blessing and he blessed that I would heal quickly and to have faith in that. So instead of delaying my planned race I just trusted that I would be well enough, and I drank gallons of yarow herbal tea and took a ton of echinacea to help speed things up, haha. It seemed to work because Thursday the cough finally subsided and my nose wasn’t running quite so much. At least, not until I started running, haha.

I didn’t run for a day or two before hitting the Appalachian Trail for this race, it was hardly worth it since my pace was so slow, so I mowed all the lawns, got my garden all planted and the car packed for practically a camping trip….realizing that the AT rollercoaster close to home, is a technical, gnarly place to run so I wouldn’t be breaking any speed records.I might just need to sleep out there. I went to bed at 5pm with some tylenol PM so I actually got 5 hours of sleep, woke up at 10:40 pm, taped & lubed & got last minute things together, said goodbye to my boys & Jason and headed for the mountains.

I was feeling trepidation about running at midnight. I took my pistol just to feel safe, but when I parked at the Raven Rocks trail head I decided pepper spray and my knife would be lighter and the chances of actually meeting a bear or a killer on the trail were pretty remote, haha, plus I know the anxiety is almost always worse than actually doing anything, so I took a good long look at the stars, reminded myself that I LOVE this, soaked up the beautiful night and headed up the start of the Raven Rocks side of the AT 'roller coaster'.

Once I started running, I felt fantastic. The night was cool but not cold, not a single car in the parking lot so I had the trail to myself. Hardly felt the hills at all and just smoothly glided over all the rocks. Feeling super confident for the first hour...then at the top of the mountain just past Raven Rocks, off the trail about 20 yards I saw a human headlamp. It TOTALLY freaked me out. My imagination went crazy, who would be on, but off the trail at 1am? Drug dealer growing pot? No, thats legal...a psycho killer? Possibly. A hunter poaching who might be angry at someone else at night? ...my stupid brain went crazy and I flew down the next rocky descent, frequently looking behind me to make sure I wasn't being followed. After about 30 minutes the rational part of my brain kicked in. Duh, it was probably just a through hiker, up using the bathroom and you probably scared them more than they scared you. And, I reminded myself that I had self defense items, and a headlamp, trekking poles and experience running through the woods at night...so after a few imaginary scenarios where I took off into the woods being chased, after spraying someone who grabbed me, running a few miles and hiding behind rock formations....I felt ok. I didn't freak myself out after that again...so dumb but I did feel more confident having a plan of action, so I'll keep a hold of that for future stupid nighttime trail moments.lol. Was fun to hit the Wilson gap...Moms last name is Wilson, as well as Taylor Wilson who I was running for, so it just kinda felt special seeing that sign. Reminding me of angels who would help me. I decided I didn't have to fear snakes or bears because I think animals can see things we can't, so I figure mom and the boys would scare off any dangerous critters. Wierd thoughts that go through your brain. haha. A song my son Adam put on my playlist kinda mentally helped me too..."ghost in the trenches" about a WWI sniper, "A ghost that roams the battlefield, makes his way from trench to trench alone, moving undetected." It was just kindof a cool story in a song that gave me the confidence that I could be stealthy and move on this dark trail in the forest despite the spooks. Haha. Felt a reminder from my Marines to just be confident and suck it up and be fearless.

I told Jason not to bother meeting me at my turn around. I was very happy to find the stretch I planned was several miles longer than I thought so I would only do 3 1/2 loops instead of 4. that was a relief. Especially later in the run after miles and rocks took its toll. I made fairly slow time but even on a fresh good day on this stretch of the Appalachian Trail, I am lucky to pull out 18 minute miles. Its just so steep and technical that there are really almost no places where you can work up to a full run. A speed hike/jog while staring at the ground for foot placement is 90% of the trail. I calculated maybe less than 10 miles in 100 was actually runnable. but, that was ok because I was out here for elevation and technical, my focus still being on Ute 100 preparation. (Gorgeous race in my homestate of Utah, with 18k elevation gain ran at 9-12k elevation in the rockies, lots of rocks and scree. August 13. )

I had my car/aid station/husband crewing at each end of 14+ miles but was on my own completely in between. The longest stretch approx 11 miles with no access to spring water. I had to carry alot of food and liquid. One of the few runnable miles had fallen trees to climb through from last weeks storm, lol. My son Peter had come out with me during the day and we left a cooler so that was my first AS check. Jason met me 4 other x and of course at the finish.

Filling at the spring

Though I was feeling pretty healthy at the beginning my nose started to run and I ended up hacking up and blowing snot rockets for the entire run. So nasty. Luckily it was all in my head and not my lungs but lets just say my snot rockets were not as good as I'd thought they were, I ended up with snot plastered on my gloves and pants and shirt and on the trail...just cant carry a box of Kleenex for 100 miles. It was not very pleasant and by the time I finished my poor nose was rubbed raw. at least I decided a pic of a snotty glove was probably not blog worthy, lol.

I was really excited and relieved when the sun started to rise about a marathon into the course. pics don't do justice to the gorgeous moon and slow sunrise that turned everything into a fiery orange. I was listening to a church song 'The Spirit of God' in the dark but flaming forest, and it was just so cool. Moments that stay with you forever!

Hit my car approx 8-9 am, resupplied and headed back for loop 2 Had ramen and donuts and chocolate milk for breakfast. (blegh when I think about it, really, haha!) . I knew rain was expected so I had a poncho ready, happily it held off for the next 14 miles, till a late lunchtime. The trail was still basically empty and 50k-42 flew by pretty quickly. Mostly fueled these early miles with granola nut bars, homemade fruit leather, boston baked beans, dried cherries and apricots. I've found some fiber and protien keep my blood sugar more stable, plus some fiber keeps you from getting plugged up o the trail from eating a ton of junk food haha. You're going to poop out there in the woods anyway, it may as well be quick and efficient. :-D I did randomly come to the conclusion that squatting behind a tree or along the trail is possibly superior in a 100 to a porta potty, though no access to TP and a nice seat, its a good chance to get your quads stretched out which actually is quite useful in later miles. I manage to stay pretty flexible. Ha! Was still feeling great and having fun at a spring-water refill sometime after 50k.

Look, Rocks! Just some of the bazillions.

Jason met me at my next turnaround, which I was super grateful for and happy to see him! I'd been alone in the woods for maybe 15 hrs so seeing him jog out on the trail was a huge boost to my morale. It had just started to rain so it was a good time to put on my poncho while Jason refilled my bottles. We went past my cooler out to the Key Pass trailhead parking lot where he had his car, and a hot lunch waiting for me. Wierdly I was desperately craving leftover spaghetti from last nights dinner at home, and hot dogs. Peter put together a big bowl of spag with lots of sauce for me and Adam made the hot dogs. It was really cute that Jason brought it out on a serving tray haha.

Just about an hour before I met Jason, I passed a random hiker on the trail. He was super friendly and commented on my great hiking music. It was just a nice little moment, a lot of hikers just completely ignore you and don't return a hello. I am always cheered by friendly people out in the mountains. It ended up being super cool because after I headed back onto the trail, he was coming down one of the last climbs and we ran into each other again. This was probably around mile 43 and I was starting to feel it, and cringing at how many miles I still had to go! This hiker, named Steve, asked me about my run and we stopped and chatted for about 10 minute. I had a chance to tell him about Dexter and running for the other Marines. He is an Air force Vet of 22 (?) years and now is employed in the service side of the Air Force (name escapes me) that deals with difficult issues like assault and suicide. He asked if he could have my pic and website and it was just really cool making a new friend. I don't believe in chance meetings... I don't know why he happened to be out on this particular day when I was running, but maybe it was just to help me. I felt bouyed by talking about Dexter and running and my desire to raise suicide awareness. It served as a reminder to why I was actually out there. It was just a really meaningful meeting. Steve if you ever read this, I'm sorry the only pic I got had your eyes closed, but you are just too cool to not include in my race report!!

Up to this point my fueling was going perfectly. Eating about 200 calories every 40 minutes to an hour, drinking 16 oz water every 4-5 miles. I started feeling more picky about what I was eating, I did this loop on mostly Bit O honey candy, which is hard to chew but had just the right amount of being nutty without being too sweet. I'd just stuff my cheek with like 5 pieces and let is slowly melt haha. It was a pretty steady rain by this time of the day. I wasn't particularly cold but I was sweating a cold sweat and burning more hydration than I supposed. About 7 miles out from meeting Jason and 4 to the spring, I ran out of water and got desperately thirsty. So thirsty I stuck out my tongue to catch raindrops, licked the rain off my poncho haha, but it shockingly did nothing to quench my thirst lol. . I started praying I could get to the spring without getting too dehydrated. Suddenly the sky opened up and there was a huge downpour. I was initially really annoyed and upset, I was cold and sick of stupid races in rain and mud, haha. But...2 miles out from the spring I noticed the heavy rain had made a big puddle on a rock. It was even on the way up a big climb so I didn't have to bend down to drink...like it was just waiting for me. I thanked Heavenly Father for the rain and apologized for my complaining. He always finds some way to help me. <3 <3 <3 I probably got a good 2-3 oz that quenched my thirst till I got to the spring.

Somewhere around 51 miles the clouds broke and the late afternoon/evening sun shone brilliantly in the trees. The whole forest was a startling fresh green, washed and shining by the rain and the sky filled with white light. It was so beautiful that I was emotional over the beauty and almost forgot I was climbing the 3 worst hills back to the car. <3 I played some John Denver and thought about my kids and all the road trips we did together. It was sad and melancholy but beautiful.

Just take a moment to also appreciate these rocks. :-P

Sometime in this afternoon run, a 1950's song popped onto my playlist which was super random as I was listening to Sabaton and Dragon Force and other high paced kinda metal songs. The lyrics said something about 'you and I are just like tots, running through the meadow, picking forget me nots" My mom loved 50s music, the era of her teenage years, and just last week I had planted forget me nots at her grave. It was such an out of nowhere surprise, like her saying "hello Rosie, I'm here and with you." I'm so grateful for those little moments that are so real, there is no denying the feeling of angelic presence. Love you so much mom! That was so special. <3 <3 <3 So relieved to meet up with Jason again someplace around 58 miles. Hard to know exact mileage because gps was kinda wonky. It was dinnertime and he was right on time with hot macaroni for me. Oh...tasted so yummm! I was definitely chilled from all the rain, and it was looking to drop into the 30s overnight. Jason turned the car heater on so I could strip to the waist and change out into completely dry clothes. I was very impressed, that along with me complaining that my buttcheeks hurt from all the climbing, he was very well disciplined to not crack too many racy jokes haha. Hot food, dry clothes, warm puffy coat, headlamp, ready to head into the night, still close to 40 miles to go. Felt so grateful for Jason, he skipped a fencing class so he could meet me with my hot food. He's just so great! I can't say that I'm the kind of person that would do at that for someone else, I don't know why he loves me so much. Haha. <3 <3

Wow looking beat, haha.

I was so refreshed from the clothes change and hot food that I flew up the big climbs on this loop. Got to my 3 mile spring just after dark. I saw all these strange lights in the trees and thought I was hallucinating...turned out it was a couple guys camping. I stopped and chatted with them about the run and they were super awesome and encouraging. I felt much better going into the night knowing there were some friendly people camping out on the trail. I felt really good for about the next 3 miles.

It was well past dark and getting late now, and my stomach decided to take a turn for the worse. I was pretty exhausted and feeling very nauseous. I had to remind myself I was doing the 60-80 mile death march night section of the run and that I knew to expect this, and to just push through it. I went about 6 miles just willing myself forward. Finally, when I reached the ONLY flat smooth section of the course, a narrow wood footbridge across a marshy area, I decided to lay down and settle my stomach at the edge of the bridge. I called Jason and told him I was having a hard time and needed lots of prayers. I worried about the nausea and as so friggin sick of stupid rocks.

selfie attempt at crossed eyes lol

I laid there with my lamp off looking at the stars. then I just started talking to God and crying. Wierdly my vision sorta blacked in and out. I must have been there for 20 minutes pouring out my heart about everything I could think of. The difficulty of the run, my goals, missing Dexter, strained and non existent relationships, praying for all the moms I knew who had lost a child, all the women I knew who'd lost their mothers, missing my mom and Dad, asking for help to not be such a mean and crabby person to people outside immediate intimate circle of friends and family and running buddies, and just so much gratitude for all of His help in my life, surviving Dexters death, knowing I'd be with him again someday, so so grateful for the hope of the resurrection, my lifeline...and feeling him near me so often. It may be one of the most sincere prayers I've ever offered....Once I got out everything that was in my heart, I stumbled to my feet and started again. The long rest settled my stomach and though I was falling asleep on my feet I stayed steady for the most part. I had a moment of solid clarity when the thought came to me that I was feeling better because Dad and Dexter had come to give me a blessing with their angel hands on my head while I was laying on the bridge. It just came out of the blue and floored me, and I had another good cry.

I stayed solid until I saw Jason again, though I couldn't eat or drink anything. The best sight of this run was perhaps seeing Jasons headlamp 2 miles out from the car, coming to meet me. We talked about everything I was dealing with and it just felt so good to have his company! And he was there to help me cross route 9 because even at 1-2 in the morning I still was uncoordinated enough I would have gotten hit by a car. Ha!

I hardly remember anything about meeting Jason a little over 70 mi. The rain had stopped and it was cold. I rubbed pain cream into my legs and Jason made me lay down in his car with the heater on and try to take a 10 minute nap. I couldn't get my brain to settle so I just closed my eyes. Took a salt tab and waited for it to absorb. Then I was able to eat some more hot leftover spaghetti and keep it down. Jason warmed up some soup for me and put it in my bottle cuz I couldn't really eat anything sweet anymore, and my stomach couldn't stand acaffeine pill so I was going to still be fighting drowsiness. At this point I asked Jason for another blessing. He put his hands on my head and said the prayer...I only remember a few things but those things got me through. To believe in the ministering of angels that they were real. That God is my father and I can ask Him for any help I need and He will help me because that is what a father does, and that I have a destiny that He will help me fulfill. Also to exercise the power of my spirit and mind over my body and I would be able to complete the run. It was moving and powerful and I was so grateful he could offer that prayer for me. Mentally I knew it was just a 50k that I had left, that I'd been through worse and I just had to keep going. Jason helped me back to the trail. I started hallucinating a bit, seeing bears, possums, hikers, and a dragon in the woods...aka rocks and tree stumps, I remembered I had seen a sign for a spring and realized the spaghetti had made me really thirsty, so I drank my bottle of water but had 7 miles to go before I could get a refill. I decided to take a detour to find the spring, which ended up being 3/4 a mile from the trail! And down a ridiculously steep slope. I was thinking how stupid I was for going off after the water but decided I was committed halfway down the descent. Finally came to the spring. I filled up my bottle and drank a full bottle, then used a ziplock baggie and drank a few more big drinks before climbing back up the mountain, complaining about how steep it was. The water helped, but another 2 miles burned up of all the calories I had eaten and I started to feel sick again. At some point found a very large flat table rock where I could lay down. I completely spread out on the rock and closed my eyes and dozed for 5 minutes. It helped wake me up a bit and I just tried to make it until the sun came up, I knew it would wake me up, if not make my stomach feel better. I had to stop and dry heave at some point but I was praying for help and feeling prayers of my friend and family...my stomach settled enough that I could focus on moving my feet forward and not think about how I felt. Before dawn another hard downpour came and it got really cold. It did wake me up though... and I was treated to a very surreal early sunrise with a flame red sky under the black storm clouds. Not much of a pic but it was breathtaking.

Pushing up those last climbs of the roller coaster were really tough. The sun was up but I was completely depleted of energy, though gratefully, not nauseous anymore. I'd been listening to Sabaton since midnight and it was around 6 a. Climbing up the longest climb, Primo Victoria came on. (D-Day song!) I was reminded that Adam had told me it was VE Day, Celebrating the Allied victory over the Nazis in WWII. Had this really strong impression of my Grandpa Wilson (also a Wilson!) He was a WWII veteran and though I never had the chance to meet him, lately I have really felt close to him and I wonder if mom has gotten him busy helping me as a guardian angel. I felt a huge surge of affection for this man I'd' never met and the sacrifices he made in WWII and a feeling that maybe he lived a rough playboy life as my mom described it, may have been in part due to the scars of war. I don't know...but it was the thoughts that filled my mind as I felt a strong rush of strength to tackle the last 2 climbs to meet Jason at the car.

My socks drying on the heater, lol

So grateful to get warm! Jason had taken my wear blue shirt home and dried it in the drier so that I could finish my run in it. I changed shoes after I warmed up in my magnificent comfortable warm sleeping bag for 10-15 minutes & after eating a bowl of mac n cheese and a cup of noodles. My stomach felt settled so I was able to pop some pain pills and a caffeine. It was cold and raining so I put on another dry warm coat. 14.3 ish miles left to run. The calories and caffeine revived me and I started on my last stretch to the finish.

The sun started coming out and with it the people...the trail was finally full of daytime hikers which was somewhat annoying, but most only for the first 2.5 miles to Raven Rock lookout. I could jog the flats and the downs but felt sooo weak on the climbs. I kept saying to myself, this is the last time on this section! Funny though, for as slow as I was hiking, I was still passing most of the day hiker. After I hit the spring for one last time I was very relieved to have the people lighten up ...90 miles into an ultra you are just not your best self and I'm sure I was quite a trail sight. I soon regretted taking my coat. The sun came out and it was blazing hot. I took off my thermal shirt and gloves, lost a glove, tied my coat around my waist...then the bipolarweather began and it went from hot to cold and rainy and high wind...like every 10 minutes! So I was constantly taking my coat off and on. It got SO annoying!!! cold, hot, cold, hot. Nauseous, tired, cold, hot.

I drank a lot the spring but ended up tossing all my oranges because I was too nauseous to eat. I stopped and dry heaved for a few minutes, then felt a bit better. I was reminded about needing to make my spirit stronger than my body. I decided to put on some gospel music but it was waaaay too sleepy so I put on a talk from LDS Gen Conference. Randomly picked one by President Nelson and was really wonderful, it talked about the miracle of the huamn body and our opportunity through our decisions and choices, to make our spirits have control over our bodies on our path to become more like our Heavenly Father. The title of the talk I noticed after was "decisions determine destiny." There was that word for the 2nd time this run. After the talk was over though I had little energy and still couldnt eat or drink, my stomach settled and I made steady forward progress. It was so beautiful out, I did take time to take some pics of the wild and beautiful day. I also took pics that I thought I should put in a "rock " diary. Every time I got especially fed up over the rocky trail I decided to take a pic to remember... you just cant explain the difficulty of running on this for 30+ hours.

A bit of a smoother section of trail with a flower from Mom <3

I called and talked to Jason for a bit with 5 miles left to go. I thought I'd NEVER finish. I had a mental finish time of 40 hrs in mind so I was stressing that I would miss that. Enjoyed my last little section on the only smooth spot of this run, where I'd broken down the night before and poured my soul out to the heavens.

This tree was a dragon at 2 am, lol.

Finally, finally approaching 100 miles on my Garmin, I started counting to 100, every 100 steps x 10 was a mile. Then I got mad at myself and tried to just get into the music I was listening to and experiencing the moment instead of just trying to survive it. I was desperate to finish and hikers I passed must have thought I was so wierd, jog-hike-walking with a frantic look on my face trying to hit that 1-0-0. I was all alone when I hit it. It was slightly anti climactic. No applause or cowbells or awards or kisses or cheering... just 100 on my watch. I stopped for a pic so I didnt accidentally lose it. all alone near the end of the trail...

The second I finished the picture, my playlist hit Swedish Pagans. NO joke. My smiling song for Dexter's viking spirit. Right at 100 miles... "destiny waiting, no retreat!" That word again. I laughed and cried and ran to finish the trail...1/3 a mile, and the song lasted exactly the length of time it took.. Though I was all alone, I was not alone. I wished with all my heart I could see Dexters smiling face or hear his laugh, but though I couldn't see it, I could feel it. I took our pic at the sign, then hobbled to the car where Jason and Peter were waiting in the car, out of the rain.

I did a blow fish on Peters car window to announce my presence and finish, then collapsed on the ground. We got pics and Jason and Peter brought me mothers day roses which was so sweet. Peter liked that my phone was now playing..."What's the price of a mile". Very appropriate.

I had the option of getting a buckle with the virtual race but since it was mothers day weekend I wanted something more meaningful so I found this beautiful wolf-mountain mother of pearl buckle. Used resin and a paint pen to label the 100 on the back.

Though close to home this ended up being a pretty wild and rugged adventure, more so than I expected. I was thrilled to find I'd made an elevation gain PR as well as finished well under 40 hours. I think if I hadn't been sick I would have probably had a better time, but with the rocky trail conditions I dont mind this time at all. Jason took me out for KFC afterwards, I'd been craving their mashed potatoes for hours haha, and I also ate a whopper and a Wendys frosty. I was starving once my stomach settled.

Mothers Day still ended up being a pretty emotional and sad day, visiting Dexter and moms graves and hoisting back onto my shoulders the burdens I have to carry every day...but I definitely felt stronger and more at peace. Also due to a power outage, we couldn't zoom into church which was a blessing, I didn't have to hear any cheerful Mothers Day talks. Instead I played the mountain sermon I'd listened to on Saturday for my family, Decisions determine destiny. Though the significance was somewhat lost on them, it was still special to share. It was wonderful to be in the mountains and feeling the boys and serving in the only way I really know how to, right now. I'm grateful for my body and all it has done to carry me, and for my Father in Heaven, who loves and lifts me and helps me be the best that I can be. I spent time this weekend reading old race reports...remembering the suffering of this long arduous journey towards finding the will to live a life after Dexter's suicide. As May is mental health awareness month, I just wanted to share The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1-800-273-8255 If you find your ever having suicidal thoughts, please call or seek help from a friend, family member, or a doctor. Choose to stay, Be here tomorrow. We need you. You can't possibly imagine the giant hole you would leave.

Running with the wolves 100 IMO Pvt James Dexter Morris, Ssgt Taylor L Wilson, Sgt Jacob Gray.