One day ZSC will have it's own permanent facility. When that day comes, and we purchase that land, I am closing one chapter of my life forever. I will be severing ties and burning off my fingerprints. I will be destroying every personal item that does not pertain to the greater mission.
I want to farm and chop wood for an entire summer.
I want to harvest and can food for an entire fall.
I want to see if we can survive the winter on our own.
Living in the loft of a barn, or the shell of a shack, I will learn what it feels like to be inescapably cold. Learning to live off the land, I will feel what it is like be malnourished. Living with few comforts, I will feel both pain and fear. Through the pain and hardship, I will burn to the ground - but rise from the ashes and be born again. Our platform of survival and preparedness will expand its base to accommodate our camp veterans and leaders. We need bodies. We need skills. We need ideas. This isn't a dream, this isn't a sales pitch - this is simply the keys to the door that you wanted to walk through your whole life. I will see you on the other side. Soldier, out.
