I can hunt and I can track. An education from full blooded Native Americans who married into my family. Daniel Boone, were he alive today, would blush with envy.

I can snipe with deadly accuracy from as far out as 800 yards in crappy conditions. One shot, one kill.

I can set man traps that you won't see until it's too late.

And I am blind in my right eye on top of all of that.

Because of my vision and color skew, I can't wire or disarm explosives anymore. My depth perception up close is screwed, like less and four feet from my face. Further away, not a problem, but my reach doesn't go that far. My good eye is far sighted.

My Congestive Heart Failure won't allow me a decent run anymore, or long term stamina, which is a death sentence for me in some very real situations.

I've said this in another post, I will say it again here but with more detail, and I hope you all know how I feel, how much I regret losing my health, but not my heart for doing the right thing with my brothers.

I would rather die marching in a muddy field with my brothers in arms, or die in a delaying action to allow those who need to flee extra time, on my feet as a free American, than to die of old age while on my knees in legalized slavery to the state.

Such is the fate of Old Warriors. I accept it gladly, to do the right thing. For Freedom. For America. For the Constitution of the United States.