Welcome, Ramsey!

d2 - wartornwolf - james m ramsey

Born and raised around Boulder Colorado my life had been pretty uneventful. From a young age I had always enjoyed a bit more of the 'bad boy' life style. Riding motorcycles too fast, getting into trouble and raising all sorts of shit with my friends. Right after graduation, which is a fucking miracle I graduated at all! My penchant for trouble making got me into a situation I wasn't entirely prepared for. The glaring blue lights and the cold click of the handcuffs was enough to tell me I had done fucked up, but good this time! A couple nights in jail, my dad cussing me out and my mother crying because her little angel had done turned to a devil. When it came time for the arraignment I stood there in front of the judge and got told I had two options. Number one, join the Military and straighten myself out..Or number two, get sent up for ten years to the joint. Since I wasn't fond of biting a the pillow or being afraid to drop the soap, I picked the latter of the two. One month after my eighteenth birthday I was sitting in a barber's chair at the San Diego Recruit Depot having my long hair that I had been so vain about shaved off. I looked like a peanut stuck on a toothpick! Six weeks later? I had learned that I wasn't as bad ass as I had originally thought. After getting your dick knocked in the dirt continuously until you straighten up? You learn! Two years in and I was feeling great, friends..No, brothers made to last a life time, a girl that said she loved me and said yes when we got married. Nice little house on the base...Then it all changed. Everything went to shit as soon as I got the orders to deploy for my first tour in Iraq. It was my squad's turn for patrol in that little dirt shit hole Fallujah when everything went from sand in the crack of my ass and awful food to my life passing before my eyes. That single instance when I shoved Markum out of the way and fell face first onto the ground. A blur, everything seemed like one giant blur of colors and sounds and then...Nothing. There wasn't really any pain, I guess because I was so injured my body just said fuck it and went into shock when the Med-evac chopper got to me. The voices, all of them sounded so far away like the were at the end of a long tunnel and I was too far away to catch everything they said. What I didn't know is that when they pulled my injured body off the ground and into the chopper...I was a hell of a lot more fucked up than I woke up in Bethesda Naval Hospital. Something happened on that Med-evac that I don't remember, can't remember and probably don't even want to remember. Markum, the buddy I had shoved out of the way...Had climbed on board with me to make sure they took care of me. Somewhere between the injury site and the first hospital zone I was taken to Markum did something I will never be able to repay him for. A gift given out of selflessness in return for one he had received. Even though my body had basically shut its self down I could feel it. Something new and dangerous, exciting and terrifying taking its place within me. He gifted me with a way to survive the Hell I was about to go through. Now, it was exactly four years later, I had learned about my gift, come to terms with it and the injuries that remained and figured out a way to get on with my life. Even after the devastation of my body and heart, because once my wife, whom I had thought loved me till Death do us Part..Left me. Because she couldn't be faced with the life of taking care of a cripple. Cripple? Fuck her! I would show her and everyone else that I was still alive, still breathing and capable of living a life..MY Life. A new start over here in Denver. Just me, my bike and my leg..all packed in the worn duffle bag slung on the back. Well, except for the leg, can't ride a motorcycle one legged now can you?