He taught me to live in the wilderness in the old ways - making ones own clothes and weapons. He taught me how to watch a hametrail for hours without moving. His best skill was disappearing where there appeared to be no place to hide. This and the ability to lie motionless for hours were the skills that helped me in the military. I loved the summers with grandpa. He died when I was 17 and I was lost without his guidance.
I left home at the age of 18 to attend college. I entered school
under a ROTC scholarship and became a US Marine officer at graduation. Because of my survival skills and my marksmanship
with firearms, I was asked to tryout for the SEALS. I loved it. It was hard. Really hard, but I loved it.
On my 25th birthday I was with my SEAL team on a mission and out of touch with the world. We were gone for two weeks. When we returned I was summoned to the commanding officers office where I was informed that my parents had been killed in an airplane rash. By the time I was notified of their deaths they were already buried. My enlistment was almost up so I decided leave the corps and go home. I took leave until the end of my enlistment and went back to my beloved mountains.
When I returned home I found my parents had very large nsurance policies plus they always bought flight insurance. I was now a millionaire several times over.
My cousin Susan is a police officer and had been staying at the house with her dog that had been trained as a police dog, but due to the dogs age the department retired him. Susan kept him in the house during the night but let ... Läs hela novellen
