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.