Most have lost limbs and some have lost hope, but all of them find freedom in the water.
“It’s pretty hard if you think about it — you’re sitting in a vehicle in Iraq and a roadside bomb goes off. The next thing you remember is being in Germany a few days later and flying 12 hours overnight to get to Walter Reed,” Lt. Cl. Mary King ’76, M.D. says. “It’s difficult for me to see young men and women who were very productive have their lives changed.”
When Mike Waters ’70 was a struggling veteran and a SUNY Oswego student, he always worked a job or two to get by. Now he is offering today’s student-veterans a scholarship aimed at helping them fulfill their collegiate dreams.
Standing waist-deep in rushing waters, Capt. Robert Burke ’05 patiently threads his tackle.
His rod tightly tucked under his arm, he pinches the line to tie the fly.
Amid the shimmering waters, he clutches the reel and casts. The metronome motion scrapes the fly gently on the water. The line moves in gentle loops and waves.
Here in this natural sanctuary, Burke’s head runs as clear as the water. For him and his fellow soldiers, it’s a place to heal, hope and think.