During my training at the Academy, he’d sometimes pull me out of class, hand me an eighty-pound pack, and point to the mountain. Rain, snow, sun, the end of the age, or the zombie apocalypse mattered not. If he pointed, we were headed up. This addition to my training produced a few things in me. It forced me never to get comfortable because at any second Bones might appear and cause me great discomfort. I was always just thirty seconds away from extreme physical and mental hardship. It also forged in me an ability to push myself past
