Brothers-
It’s a groggy Monday morning- but a satisfying one as MW completed another year of training preparing for the ultimate fight against the true injustice in a world intent on devouring itself. But we strengthen our resolve in mind, body, and spirit for the time is forthcoming and the walls will come tumbling down.
While we come from many walks of life–we join together for the cause of holding back a diseased world that’s ever encroaching on our way of life. As always, the mountain and the universe provides, and we endure through wind and rain; standing stalwart against the storm.
Security upgrades continue as the typhoon H drone secured the perimeter.
Eric, our spiritual guide, through the careful administering of raspberry sorbet, expanded infinity in front of us. Joe the Butcher fed our bodies and our minds with the physical and metaphysical nutrition we didn’t even know we needed.
Steve and Pete kept brinin da noise, da funk and the songs of resistance and true freedom. Damian and Eric- our masters at arms- brought us the means, to which every great patriot liberates himself.
David and Jerry- our Godfathers; our revered elders that we hold in highest regard kept us present and focused on our ultimate goals.
True greatness was found throughout the weekend, as Scott the builder -Our rock, our metronome of cause over personal sacrifice- led us through latrine restoration.
And let us not forget Kurt the Quaker Leasure - our mascot and compass to our nirvana- and ultimate salvation- who never left our thoughts- and with great appreciation to Ingar who brought with him a tribute to our lost brother-and spirit animal.
Brothers- look forward and only see a path of light- a band of men, a way onwArd, a door to divine greatness.
MW 16 has come and gone. 17 lurks somewhere on the horizon- our inner compass will guide us there.
It’s a groggy Monday morning- but a satisfying one as MW completed another year of training preparing for the ultimate fight against the true injustice in a world intent on devouring itself. But we strengthen our resolve in mind, body, and spirit for the time is forthcoming and the walls will come tumbling down.
While we come from many walks of life–we join together for the cause of holding back a diseased world that’s ever encroaching on our way of life. As always, the mountain and the universe provides, and we endure through wind and rain; standing stalwart against the storm.
Security upgrades continue as the typhoon H drone secured the perimeter.
Eric, our spiritual guide, through the careful administering of raspberry sorbet, expanded infinity in front of us. Joe the Butcher fed our bodies and our minds with the physical and metaphysical nutrition we didn’t even know we needed.
Steve and Pete kept brinin da noise, da funk and the songs of resistance and true freedom. Damian and Eric- our masters at arms- brought us the means, to which every great patriot liberates himself.
David and Jerry- our Godfathers; our revered elders that we hold in highest regard kept us present and focused on our ultimate goals.
True greatness was found throughout the weekend, as Scott the builder -Our rock, our metronome of cause over personal sacrifice- led us through latrine restoration.
And let us not forget Kurt the Quaker Leasure - our mascot and compass to our nirvana- and ultimate salvation- who never left our thoughts- and with great appreciation to Ingar who brought with him a tribute to our lost brother-and spirit animal.
Brothers- look forward and only see a path of light- a band of men, a way onwArd, a door to divine greatness.
MW 16 has come and gone. 17 lurks somewhere on the horizon- our inner compass will guide us there.
Great as always. Chris and Kurt were missed. Thanks!
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