stormtrooper

I was born on the floor of a whiskey tavern in a gold mining town close to the Denali range of mountains. I built my first rifle from the remnants of a whiskey barrel that operated similarly to a musket. I used that musket to kill Japanese invaders at the beginning of World War Two attempting to capture our precious chain of pearls known as the Aleutian Islands. I used a captured Katana blade to shave for the very first time... I was 12 years old with a full beard that could not be tamed. To this day only Katana steel can cut through my rugged face mane. I grew older and wiser and by the time I was fifteen I had already been divorced several times and graduated with honors from the School of Hard Knocks who had also considered offering me an honorary Doctorate in bare knuckle boxing. Afterwards, I began to wander the majestic fields of wheat that make this country so great in search of something more meaningful. Along the way I met travelers, bears, and no obstacle that could stand in my way... until finally one day I stumbled across www.snipershide.com. I knew immediately this is truly where I belonged. Amongst brothers in arms who I could share camp fire stories with and lethal knowledge of warfare and tactics. This was the place I had been looking for. I was home. Thank you gentlemen.

Being an American in 'Merica