There he is, Micheal former Iraq decorated war hero gone stateside trying to earn a living feeding his family.
For the past couple of years he has been working in the Balkan oil patch driving water truck, a couple of nights ago however it would almost be his last.
Mike would be driving two hours from civilization in the middle of fucking no where north Dakota when he would slip off the side of a road and roll his Kenworth into a pond.
Now most people at this point would be happy just to survive a roll over, but Mike, wits about him realized he had to act as water inched in.
He crawled through the window but quickly realized do to the ice, he was trapped, so he did what any clear thinking man would do, crawl back into the truck and try to keep his head above water, literally.
For the next eight hours Mike would use his Marine training to keep himself alive in the Balmy 10 degree weather, thats right, ten fucking degrees. He focused on a goal, which would be his family, kept his legs moving to try and keep the blood flowing, and did his best to keep the demons from creeping into his head and ending the game right there and then.
It was bound to happen, late at night or not, but someone had to come along, well not exactly late at night, at least depending on your definition but his company would come along in the early morning hours and see the truck partially submerged in the pond.
Like a good movie, the story starts to end here, the cavalry would come, get him out of the truck, where he would get ride in a white van with cherries on top to the nearest real hospital in no where North Dakota. To everyone's surprise Mikes core temperature would never drop below 94 degrees, almost Buddhist monk legendary status right there my friend.
The hospital would determine he was doing well, nothing would be amputated and he would only suffer horrible pain in his hips as he thawed out, but noon he was released.
Mike being the kick ass guy that he is, wanted to go back to work, his boss is making him take the weekend off.
Mike, its hard for me to write this, as in my mind you are still the little boy standing outside the house waving as I drive off with your sister, but hell Bro, I know you grew up into a bad ass that has lived a bad, or good life of adventure, depending on how one looks at it.
Keep going strong, some day far into the future your grand kids will be sitting on your lap thinking its all just stories, you will just smile and wink, that is all that is needed.