I am still in Washington, and tomorrow is my last day of SERE/Survival school training.
Last week I spent five soaking wet days in the woods, evading capture over mountains with a sixty pound pack, in three feet of snow, and single-digit temperatures.
This week I spent thirty-six hours in a prisoner of war camp. I was beat, humiliated, and treated like an animal.
Those thirty-six hours were the worst of my entire life.
At the end, they played the national anthem and flew our flag.
I have never been so grateful for my freedoms as an American until that moment.
“It is easy to take liberty for granted, when you have never had it taken from you.”
However, if I find myself captured while at war, I am prepared to take a stand and remain strong as a prisoner.
… Pretty amazing training.